I wanna go home, I wanna go home,

oh, how I wanna go home!



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.