Detroit City

Last night I went to sleep in Detrot City
and I dreamed about the cotton fields back home.
dreamed about my mother, dear old papa,
sister and brother and I dreamed about the girl
who`s been waiting far so long.
I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
oh, how I wanna 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 by night I make the bars
if only they could read between the lines.
I wanna go home, I wanna go home,
oh, how I wanna go home.