I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home I dreamed about my mamma Dear old pappa sister and brother Dream about that girl who has been waiting for so long I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home Some folks think I''m big in Detroit city From the lettres that I write they think I''m fine But by day I make the cars By night I make the bars If only they could read between the lines I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home
Detroit City
Bobby Bare
I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home I dreamed about my mamma Dear old pappa sister and brother Dream about that girl who has been waiting for so long I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home Some folks think I''m big in Detroit city From the lettres that I write they think I''m fine But by day I make the cars By night I make the bars If only they could read between the lines I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home Oh Lord I want to go home