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’ve been walkin’ Hastings Street
Nobody seems to treat me right
I can make it in the daytime
But Lord, these cold, cold nights

Well, I’m tired of eatin’ chili
And I can’t eat beans no more
Yes, I’m tired of eatin’ chili
And I can’t eat beans no more
People’ll hurt my feelings
Lord, 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

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