Detroit Moan

Detroit's a cold, cold place, and I ain't got a dime to my name
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 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
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 I've been walkin' Hastings Street, nobody seems to treat me right
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 I can make it in the daytime, but Lord these cold cold nights
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 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
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 And if I ever get back home, I ain't never comin' to Detroit no more