I came into 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 twenty 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
I didn't know what he meant
I thought he was heaven sent
Till I found out his sweet talking
Added up to street walking
That was the part
That finally broke my heart
I'm lying here on this lumpy bed
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
Don't care anymore
Money's all gone
Don't care anymore
Men knocking at my door