| Song | Tomorrow Night In Baltimore |
| Artist | Lee Ann Womack |
| Album | The Way I'm Livin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Her head rolls back and forth | |
| Against the billows of her long black shiny hair | |
| As she contemplates the ecstasy | |
| Of some other love that now she wished was there | |
| If she could only realize | |
| That the love I have could beckon her command | |
| Instead of laughing endlessly | |
| And pushing back advances with her hands | |
| Every night I see her leaves | |
| A nightmare of illusions when she’s gone | |
| And it leaves a longing feeling in a man | |
| With a pain that lingers on | |
| The gaudy goodbye can’t replace | |
| The girlish giggle of her sweet hello | |
| But tonight I’ve made my crumbled mind up | |
| That I’ll never ever let her go | |
| Too many nights I’ve watched her tease | |
| By shifting all her weight from hip to hip | |
| And with her hands brush back the falling strands | |
| That cover up her satin lips | |
| She struts upon the stage | |
| And her fallen victims are callin’ out for more | |
| But she leaves them stranded helplessly | |
| And exits to her dressing room door | |
| Tonight I’m gonna take her | |
| I’ve infiltrated past the guarded door | |
| But she just hurries by me carryin’ | |
| All those scanty costumes that she wore | |
| And she asks a sawed off cigar smokin’ cat | |
| If he would open up the door | |
| Then she told him to load the baggage | |
| Because they open tomorrow night in Baltimore |
| Her head rolls back and forth | |
| Against the billows of her long black shiny hair | |
| As she contemplates the ecstasy | |
| Of some other love that now she wished was there | |
| If she could only realize | |
| That the love I have could beckon her command | |
| Instead of laughing endlessly | |
| And pushing back advances with her hands | |
| Every night I see her leaves | |
| A nightmare of illusions when she' s gone | |
| And it leaves a longing feeling in a man | |
| With a pain that lingers on | |
| The gaudy goodbye can' t replace | |
| The girlish giggle of her sweet hello | |
| But tonight I' ve made my crumbled mind up | |
| That I' ll never ever let her go | |
| Too many nights I' ve watched her tease | |
| By shifting all her weight from hip to hip | |
| And with her hands brush back the falling strands | |
| That cover up her satin lips | |
| She struts upon the stage | |
| And her fallen victims are callin' out for more | |
| But she leaves them stranded helplessly | |
| And exits to her dressing room door | |
| Tonight I' m gonna take her | |
| I' ve infiltrated past the guarded door | |
| But she just hurries by me carryin' | |
| All those scanty costumes that she wore | |
| And she asks a sawed off cigar smokin' cat | |
| If he would open up the door | |
| Then she told him to load the baggage | |
| Because they open tomorrow night in Baltimore |
| Her head rolls back and forth | |
| Against the billows of her long black shiny hair | |
| As she contemplates the ecstasy | |
| Of some other love that now she wished was there | |
| If she could only realize | |
| That the love I have could beckon her command | |
| Instead of laughing endlessly | |
| And pushing back advances with her hands | |
| Every night I see her leaves | |
| A nightmare of illusions when she' s gone | |
| And it leaves a longing feeling in a man | |
| With a pain that lingers on | |
| The gaudy goodbye can' t replace | |
| The girlish giggle of her sweet hello | |
| But tonight I' ve made my crumbled mind up | |
| That I' ll never ever let her go | |
| Too many nights I' ve watched her tease | |
| By shifting all her weight from hip to hip | |
| And with her hands brush back the falling strands | |
| That cover up her satin lips | |
| She struts upon the stage | |
| And her fallen victims are callin' out for more | |
| But she leaves them stranded helplessly | |
| And exits to her dressing room door | |
| Tonight I' m gonna take her | |
| I' ve infiltrated past the guarded door | |
| But she just hurries by me carryin' | |
| All those scanty costumes that she wore | |
| And she asks a sawed off cigar smokin' cat | |
| If he would open up the door | |
| Then she told him to load the baggage | |
| Because they open tomorrow night in Baltimore |