You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and

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

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

May never find my home And I know that I may never find my home I dropped a coin from my pockets On the street of crowns I passed every streetlight in my hometown I tried every screen door Like they were my own And now I know that I may never find my

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We're singing

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

Are the wonders of my world Round my hometown Memories are fresh Are the wonders of this world Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit Shows that we are united Of my world, yeah I've been walking in the same way as I did Missing out the cracks in the

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

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

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