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I came to the city from the deep southWhen the mills shut downI married a man who treated meLike he bought me by the poundPacked my bags and leftWith just 20 dollars in my purseTook a lot of jobsWent from bad to worseNow my money's goneI'm lying here on this lumpy bedNow, I don't know if I'm better offAlive or deadHotel room, west side, east sideMen knocking at my doorHotel room, west side, east sideAnd I don't care anymoreThen I met a guy smooth as silkIn a midtown barHe told me with my good looksI'd go very farI didn't know what he meantI thought he was heaven sentTill I found out his sweet talkingAdded up to street walkingThat was the part, it finally broke my heartI'm lying here on this lumpy bedI don't know if I'm better offAlive or deadHotel room, west side, east sideMen knocking at my doorHotel room, west side, east sideAnd I don't care anymoreDon't care anymoreMoney's all goneDon't care anymoreMen knocking at my door