Detroit - Tyler Childers

Readin' and writin' on Route 23

It’s hard to believe we’ve made it this far

So come on boys and grab your coats

Detroit’s waitin' so get in the car

Well the wind it blows cold but the girls are on fire

They say 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 waiting 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, will treat you fine

Beg for your silver 'til you can’t refuse

And I’d love to go back to the hills where I was born

Instead 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 you 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