buried in detroit

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I’m a writer and a lover
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
Got high smoking joints
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And now they know my name in Paris

[Refrão]
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But I’ll be buried in Detroit

[Chorus]
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
That place people avoid

[Próxima Parte]
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I’ve made love in every city
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But I’ll be buried in Detroit

[Verse 2]
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I don’t claim to be a prophet
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
Honest and to the point
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You see I got fucked up in Stockholm

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
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I’ve made love in every city
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But I’ll be buried in Detroit

[Verse 3]
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You know I ain’t gon’ live forever
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
Though I never really was employed
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(Pause)
I had a girl from San Diego

[Outro]
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(Pause)
But I’ll be buried in
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I killed a show in Indonesia
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(Pause)
But I’ll be buried in
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I made love in every city
(A capella)
But I’ll be buried in Detroit