I came to the city from the deep south,

When the mills shut down.

I married a man who treated me,

Like he bought me by the pound.

Packed my bags and left,

With just 20 dollars in my purse,

Took a lot of jobs, Went from bad to worse.

Now my money's gone,

I'm lying here on this lumpy bed.

Now I don't know if I'm better off,

Alive or dead. Hotel room west side, east side,

Men knocking at my door,

Hotel room west side, east side,

And I don't care anymore.

Then I met a guy smooth as silk,

In a midtown bar, He told me with my good looks,

I'd go very far.