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
The meaning of this song is that she doesn't want to eat chili