2 acessos
E I’m a writer and a lover B I’m a Midwest music man A And I’ve been to a lot of places E But I’m gon’ end where I began E I took class in Carolina B Got high smoking joints A And now they know my name in Paris E But I’ll be buried in Detroit [Chorus] E B Next to my father, and my father’s father too A I used to live in New York City E But baby, that ain’t no substitute E Not for my hometown B That place people avoid A I’ve made love in every city E But I’ll be buried in Detroit [Verse 2] E I don’t claim to be a prophet B I just speak my mind A I try to tell it like it is E And sometimes God makes it rhyme E I like my songs how I like my women B Honest and to the point A You see I got fucked up in Stockholm E But I’ll be buried in Detroit [Chorus] E B Next to my father, and my father’s father too A I used to live in New York City E But baby, that ain’t no substitute E Not for my hometown B That place people avoid A I’ve made love in every city E But I’ll be buried in Detroit [Verse 3] E You know I ain’t gon’ live forever B Baby, it won’t be long A At the wake they’ll say “He made a lot of mistakes, E But he could write hell of a song” E And I made, I made killing B Though I never really was employed A (Pause) I had a girl from San Diego [Outro] E (Pause) But I’ll be buried in E B A (Pause) I killed a show in Indonesia E (Pause) But I’ll be buried in E B A (Pause) I made love in every city (A capella) B A E But I’ll be buried in Detroit