Detroit City - Bobby Bare

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.