Ray Charles — Alone in This City

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