Lyrics:

Little black girl, red dress
Hot night with a broken shoe
Little black girl you shoulda never left home
There's probably someone that's still waitin' up for you
It's cold back in Chicago
Los Angles street is worse
All you got is $29.00, an alligator purse

I see that vulture in the fleetwood
With the startruse hood
Can see you're trying to get you bearing
You say "hey babe, which ways the main stem"
Wherever you say you're from
He'll say he grew up there himself

He'll come on and make you feel
Like you grew up right next door to him
Take a left on central
Gonna throw it in reverse
All you got $29.00, an alligator purse

He'll come on like just a gentleman
You'll be a little shy
You say you ex old man was a sax player
He'll says "Baby, I used to play bass for sly"
You say you like his Cadillac, say honey, I got two or three
Sweetheart you're sure fortunate
That you ran into me
Done a dime in the joint
Nothin' could be worse
$29.00, alligator purse

Pharoh on eight track
Start smokin' a little boo
You thinkin' gettin' out of Chicago was just about the
Best thing that ever happend to you
Startin' to like it already
This cat seems to be cool
Babe I know a good hotel out in west hollywood
Be just right for you
He ain't know good samaritan
He gonna make sure he's reimursed
Lot more than $29.00, an alligator purse

Now when the streets get hungry baby
Almost hear them growl
Someone setting a place for you
When the dogs begin to howl
The street are dim
They creep and and get what's left on the bone
Remember suckers always make mistakes
Far Away from home
And Chicken in the pot
Whoever gets there first
Gonna get themselves $29.00, alligator purse

Now the sirens just an epilog
Cops here always get there too late
Always stop for coffee on the way to the scene of the crime
They always try so hard just like movie stars
But they couldn't catch a cold
Baby don't waste your dime
She's lucky to be alive
The doctor whispered to the nurse
She only lost a half a pint of blood
$29.00, an alligator purse