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 like me better when I'm with you I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time 'cause I like me better when Damn, I like me better when I'm with you Stay awhile, stay awhile Stay here with me To be young and in love in New York City (New York

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

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again We'll be fighting in the streets

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American

Ride out the wave Beneath the dance hall lights, You seem a girl so sound Lights up the ground, If you give up New York, I'll give you Tennessee, The only place to be The cowboy's burning eyes, Don't like the sight of me

Come on, come out, come here, come here If you were here beside me, instead of in New York And the fire that was starting to spark And the lack of it snaps me in two If the curve of you was curved on me I'd tell you that I loved you, before I even knew

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the