c-i-t-y

on the south side of detroit city

i'm working all night on the line

under black smoke stacks

building cadillacs

jack

not one of them will ever be mine

i'm gonna make it out of the city

got an american dream that's true

want a big red car and

a big white house and

a blue-eyed girl like you

you can spend all my money

honey

na na na na

your man has come

it's alright

i'm living in the c-i-t-y

talking hard times in the city

living in the c-i-t-y

life here ain't no dream

living in the c-i-t-y

walking hard times in the city

living in the c-i-t-y

you know what i mean

times are tough in the motor city

where the bright lights used to shine

got two rooms looking

down a one-way street

staring out at a dead-end sign

little girl

i'm gonna be somebody

if it's the last thing i ever do

buy the prettiest things

good money can bring

there ain't nothing i won't do for you

and you can spend

all my money

honey

na na na na

your man has come

it's alright