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!