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 been waiting for so long
I want to go home, I want to go home
Oh Lord, I want to go home
Well, the 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 cards,
and by night I make the bars
If only they could read between the lines
I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Oh Lord, I wanna go home
Cause you know, I rode a freight train
north to Detroit City
And after all these years
I find I've just been wasting my time
So I think I'll just take my foolish pride
And put it on a southbound freight ride
And go back to the loved ones,
the ones I left waiting so far behind.
I want to go home, I want to go home,
oh Lord I want to go home,
oh Lord I want to go home. you