| I want to go home, I want to go home, | 
| Oh Lord, I want to go home, | 
| Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city, | 
| And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home, | 
| I dreamed about my mother, | 
| dear old papa, sister and brother, | 
| And I dreamed about that girl, | 
| whose been waitin' for so long, | 
| I want to go home, I want to go home, | 
| Oh Lord, I want to 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 want to go home, I want to go home, | 
| Oh Lord, I want to go home, | 
| I rode a freight train north to Detroit city, | 
| After all these years I’ve been wasting my time, | 
| I’ll take my foolish pride, | 
| on a southbound freight and ride, | 
| Go on back to the ones, | 
| EI’ve left waitin' so far behind, | 
| I want to go home, I want to go home, | 
| Oh Lord, I want to go home. |