Текст песни Alone In This City - Ray Charles

I'm alone in the city
Want somebody, please, ...
And tell me, won't you please? tell me
What will become of me?

I'm broke and hungry and I don't have a dime
My baby left me, I nearly lost my mind
Won't you tell me? please, tell me
What will become of me?

I've been wandering all night and day
While worries and trouble has to be my fate
Now, won't you help me and tell me
What will become of me?

I stay sickly and I'm late in bed
Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't be better of dead
And then you know, I know you know
What would become of me?