Buried In Detroit

Intro: Verse:1 I’m a writer and a lover I’m a Midwest music man And I’ve been to a lot of places But I’m gon’ end where I began I took class in Carolina Got high smoking joints And now they know my name in Paris But I’ll be 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 But I’ll be buried in Detroit verse 2: I don’t claim to be a prophet I just speak my mind I try to tell it like it is And sometimes God makes it rhyme I like my songs how I like my women Honest and to the point You see I got fucked up in Stockholm 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 But I’ll be buried in Detroit verse 3: You know I ain’t gon’ live forever Baby, it won’t be long At the wake they’ll say “He made a lot of mistakes, But he could write hell of a song” And I made, I made killing Though I never really was employed (Pause) I had a girl from San Diego Outro: (Pause) But I’ll be buried in (Pause) I killed a show in Indonesia (Pause) But I’ll be buried in (Pause) I made love in every city (Acapella) But I’ll be buried in Detroit