Lyrics:
Readin' and writin' on Route 23It's hard to believe we've made it this farSo come on boys and grab your coatsDetroit's waitin' so get in the carWell the wind it blows cold but the girls are on fireThey say they're the prettiest things you have seenAnd I ain't a gambler but I'd bet the farmThat Detroit's a gold mine waiting for meThe sidewalks are always jammed in this townI feel like a dam that's about to cut looseAnd the girls they say, will treat you fineBeg for your silver 'til you can't refuseAnd I'd love to go back to the hills where I was bornInstead of workin' on cars that I can't affordMy pockets are empty my patience is tornOh look what's become of meMama I'm writin' to tell you I'm fineI'm workin' real hard and I pray every nightSo don't you worry I'm happy and freeDetroit's been like a blessing to me