| I want to go home, I want to go home,
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| Oh Lord, I want to go home,
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| Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,
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| And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home,
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| I dreamed about my mother,
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| dear old papa, sister and brother,
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| And I dreamed about that girl,
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| whose been waitin' for so long,
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| I want to go home, I want to go home,
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| Oh Lord, I want to go home,
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| Home folks think I’m big in Detroit city,
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| From the letters that I write they think I’m fine,
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| But by day I make the cars,
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| by night I make the bars,
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| If only they could read between the lines,
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| I want to go home, I want to go home,
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| Oh Lord, I want to go home,
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| I rode a freight train north to Detroit city,
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| After all these years I’ve been wasting my time,
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| I’ll take my foolish pride,
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| on a southbound freight and ride,
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| Go on back to the ones,
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| EI’ve left waitin' so far behind,
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| I want to go home, I want to go home,
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| Oh Lord, I want to go home. |