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