But I’ll be buried in Detroit I used to live in New York City But baby that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city But I’ll be buried in I’m a writer and a lover I’m a Midwest music man

You, my everything Could have given me something You my everything You left me kneeling I was one of those people For what it's worth You were my backbone when My body ached with wearyness You were my hometown when

Far away over the sea In the arms of my darlin' hometown There's a river that's calling to me That river she runs all around The place that I call my hometown There's a valley on the side of the hill And flowers on an old windowsill A familiar old

Give me back my hometown 'Cause this is my hometown Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah Ah ooh, yeah, yeah Damn, I used to love this view Sit here and drink a few Main street and the high school lit up on Friday night Down there it's another touchdown

I got real shit to stress about girl I ain't worried bout shit Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain't worried bout shit So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you think Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank

You gotta dig your roots And get a little more dirt on my boots 'For the sun comes down Show some love back to your hometown Fall in love, plant some seeds Carve some names in the family tree Raise your kids, love your wife Put God first, just to live

I hate everybody in my hometown I just did a line of blow right now I don't wanna cry alone right now I don't wanna die alone right now Tell the rich kids to look at me now Kissing on Styrofoam right now I'm kissing on Styrofoam right now I wanna burn my

When you blow at high dough Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair

But I’ll be buried in Detroit Buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father’s father too I used to live in New York City But, baby, that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city Whoa ho, whoa ho