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