| I’m a writer and a lover
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| I’m a Midwest music man
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| And I’ve been to a lot of places
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| But I’m gon' end where I began
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| I took class in Carolina
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| Got high smoking joints
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| And now they know my name in Paris
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| But I’ll be buried in Detroit
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| Next to my father, and my father’s father too
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| I used to live in New York City
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| But baby, that ain’t no substitute
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| Not for my hometown
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| That place people avoid
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| I’ve made love in every city
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| But I’ll be buried in Detroit
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| I don’t claim to be a prophet
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| I just speak my mind
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| I try to tell it like it is
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| And sometimes God makes it rhyme
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| I like my songs how I like my women
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| Honest and to the point
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| You see I got fucked up in Stockholm
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| But I’ll be buried in Detroit
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| Next to my father, and my father’s father too
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| I used to live in New York City
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| But baby, that ain’t no substitute
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| Not for my hometown
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| That place people avoid
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| I’ve made love in every city
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| But I’ll be buried in Detroit
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| You know I ain’t gon' live forever
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| Baby, it won’t be long
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| At the wake they’ll say «He made a lot of mistakes,
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| But he could write hell of a song»
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| And I made, I made killing
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| Though I never really was employed
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| I had a girl from San Diego
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| But I’ll be buried in
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| I killed a show in Indonesia
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| But I’ll be buried in
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| I made love in every city
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| But I’ll be buried in Detroit |