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

My substitute for love The face of you Should I wait for you I traded fame for love Without a second thought It all became a silly a game Some things cannot be bought I got exactly what I asked for Wanted it so badly