Текст песни Detroit City, Tom Jones
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and I dreamed about those cotton fields at home. I dreamed about my mother, dear old Papa, Sister and brother, I dreamed about that girl who s 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 fine. But by day, I make the cars, and by night I make the bars, If only they could read between the lines! [Spoken] You know, I rode a freight train north to Detroit City. After all these years, I find that I ve just been wastin my time. So I just think I ll take my foolish pride, put on a south bound freight and ride, Goin back to the love ones, The ones I left waitin so far behind. I wanna go home, I wanna go home, oh, how I want to go home. |