Deborah Holland - Detroit Moan lyrics

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