Detroit کے بول

Readin' and writin' on Route 23 It's hard to believe we've made it this far So come on boys and grab your coats Detroit's waitin' so get in the car Well the wind it blows cold but the girls are on fire They say they're the prettiest things you have seen And I ain't a gambler but I'd bet the farm That Detroit's a gold mine waiting for me The sidewalks are always jammed in this town I feel like a dam that's about to cut loose And the girls they say, will treat you fine Beg for your silver till you can't refuse And I'd love to go back to the hills where I was born Instead of workin' on cars that I can't afford My pockets are empty my patience is torn Oh look what's become of me Mama I'm writin' to tell you I'm fine I'm workin' real hard and I pray every night So don't you worry I'm happy and free Detroit's been like a blessing to me