From the letters that I write, they think I'm doin' fine
Oh, how I want to go home
It seems like after all this time, maybe I've just been wasting mine
Oh, how I want to go home
Home folks think I'm a big deal in Detroit City
I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Oh, how I want to go home
Rode a Greyhound bus way up north to Detroit City
I wanna go home, I wanna go home
If only they could read 'tween the lines
I wanna go home, I wanna go home
But by day I make the cars, and by night I sing in bars
Oh, how I want to go home
Looking for that boy who's been waiting for so long
And I dreamed about the boy that's been waiting for so long
Think I'm gonna take my foolish pride, put it on southbound dog and ride
I wanna go home, I wanna go home
I dreamed about my mama, dear old papa, sister and brother
