I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
Oh, how I wanna go home.
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City,
and I dreamed about the cotton fields and home;
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
and I dreamed about the girl who’s waiting for so long.
I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
Oh, how I wanna go home.
Zwischenspiel Gitarre
Home folks think I’m big in Detroit City.
>From the letters 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.
Instrumental
gesprochen:
´cause you know I rode a freight train north to Detroit City,
and after all this years I find I’ve just been wasting my time.
So I just think I’ll take my foolish pride and put it on the
south-bound freight and ride, and go on back to the loved ones,
the ones that I left waiting so far behind.
I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
Oh, how I wanna go home.
I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
Oh, how I wanna go home.
