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Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City, |
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And I dreamed about those cotton fields at home. |
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I dreamed about my mother, |
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Dear old papa, sister and brother, |
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I dreamed about the girl |
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Who's been waiting for so long. |
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I wanna go home, I wanna go home, |
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Oh, how I wanna 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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And by night, I make the bars, |
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If only they could read between the lines! |
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You know, |
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I rode a freight train north to Detroit City, |
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After all these years, |
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I find that I've just been wastin' my time. |
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So I think I'll take my foolish pride, |
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Put on a south bound freight and ride, |
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Goin' back to the love ones, |
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The ones I left waitin' so far behind. |
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I wanna go home, I wanna go home |
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Oh, how want to go home. |
