Letra de Detroit Moan

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