Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City,
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and I dreamed about those cotton fields at home.
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I dreamed about my mother,
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dear old Papa, Sister and brother,
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I dreamed about that girl
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who's been waiting for so long.
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I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
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oh, how I wanna go home!
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Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City.
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From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
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But by day, I make the cars,
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and by night I make the bars,
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If only they could read between the lines!
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[Spoken]
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You know,
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I rode a freight train north to Detroit City.
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After all these years,
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I find that I've just been wastin' my time.
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So I just think I'll take my foolish pride,
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put on a south bound freight and ride,
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Goin' back to the love ones,
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The ones I left waitin' so far behind.
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I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
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oh, how I want to go home.
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Detroit City
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| Tom Jones |
