| Last night, I went to sleep in Detroit city, |
| I dreamed about those cotton fields of home, |
| I dreamed about my mother, |
| dear old papa, sister and brother, |
| I dreamed about that girl whose been waiting for so long, |
| I wanna go home, I wanna go home, |
| oh how I wanna go home! |
| Home, folks think I’m big in Detroit city, |
| From the letters that I write, they think I’m just fine — Yes they do, |
| But by day I make the cars, |
| and by night I make the bars, |
| if only they could read between the lines! |
| (SPOKEN) |
| Cause you know that |
| I rode a freight train north to Detroit city, |
| and after all these years |
| I find that I’ve just been wasting my time, |
| You know what I’m gonna do, |
| I’m gonna take my foolish pride, |
| get it on a south bound freight and let it ride! |
| I’m gonna go back to the love ones, |
| the ones I left waiting so far behind |
| I wanna go home, yeah |
| I wanna go home, |
| oh how I want to go home, |
| can’t you hear me, |
| I wanna go home, |
| Oh baby, |
| how I wanna go home, |
| oh how I wanna go home, |
| Somebody help me, |
| I wanna go home, I wanna go home, |
| Oh how I wanna go home!!! |