Detroit Moan Songtext
von Victoria Spivey

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