You know 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, sisters and brothers
And I dreamed about a love who's been waiting there so long
I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh how I want to go home
My kinfolks think I'm big in Detraoit city
From all the letters that I write, they think I'm fine
By day I make the cars
But, by night I make all the bars
Oh if only they's just read between the lines

They'd know I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh how I want to go home

To be continued...