One, two, three Readin' and writin' on Route 23 It'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