Detroit Moan Lyrics

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'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