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 mother, dear old papa, sister and brother, And I dreamed about that girl, who´s been waitin´ for so long
I want to go home, I want to go home, Oh Lord, I want to go home
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, and 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
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 take my foolish pride, put it on a southbound freight and ride, Go on back to the ones I left, who´ve been waitin´ for so long
I want to go home, I want to go home, Oh Lord, I want to go home.