One, two, three
Readin′ and writin' on Route 23It′s hard to believe we made it this far
So come on boys and grab your coats
Detroit's awaitin', get in the car
Well the wind that blows cold
But the girls are on fire
They say that 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 waitin' 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 they'll treat you fine
Beg for your silver ′til you can't refuse
And I'd love to go back to the hills where I′s born
′Stead 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 ya 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
