Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City,



and I dreamed about those cotton fields at home.



I dreamed about my mother,



dear old Papa, Sister and brother,



I dreamed about that girl



who's been waiting for 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,



and by night I make the bars,



If only they could read between the lines!



(Spoken)



You know,



I rode a freight train north to Detroit City.



After all these years,



I find that I've just been wastin' my time.



So I just think I'll take my foolish pride,



put on a south bound freight and ride,



Goin' back to the love ones,



The ones I left waitin' so far behind.



I wanna go home, I wanna go home,



oh, how I want to go home.