Detroit's a cold cold place and I ain't got a dime to my name
Detroit's a cold hard place and I ain't got a dime to my name
I would go the poorhouse but, Lord, you know I'm ashamed
I been walkin' Hastings Street, nobody seems to treat me right
I been walkin' Hastings Street, nobody seems to treat me right
I can make it in the daytime but, Lord, these cold cold nights
I'm tired of eatin' chili and I can't eat beans no more
I'm tired of eatin' chili and I can't eat beans no more
People hurt my feelings, Lord, as I go from door to door
I got to leave Detroit if I have to flag number ninety-four
I'm gonna leave Detroit if I have to flag number ninety-four
And if I ever get back home I ain't never comin' to Detroit no more
I ain't never comin' to Detroit no more
Never comin' to Detroit
No more, no more
No more, no more