Besedila: Tom Jones. Detroit City.

Last night, I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields and home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother
And I dreamed about the girl whose 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 just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only they could read between the lines

'Cause you know I rode a freight train north to Detroit City
And after all these years I find
I've just been wasting my time
You know what I'm gonna do

I'm gonna take my foolish pride
Get it on a south bound freight and let it ride
I'm gonna go back to the loved ones
The ones I left waiting so far behind

I wanna go home, yeah
I wanna go home
Oh, how I want to go home!

Can't you hear me?
I wanna go home
Oh, baby, I wanna go home
Oh, how I wanna go home!

Somebody help me
I wanna go home, yeah
I wanna go home
Oh, how I wanna go home!