Lyrics:
Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only they could
to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,
From the letters that I write they think I'm
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home, mmm
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all
heard from this boyfriend of mine)
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mister Postman, look and see
Is there a letter
heard from this boyfriend of mine)
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mister Postman, look and see
Is there a letter
mail today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please, Mister postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I've been standing here
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home, mmm
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
funds, came home from doing a dime
We just left Un's, straight up
And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud's
Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home, mmm
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all
to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,
From the letters that I write they think I'm
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home, mmm
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you
from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all
from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all
karma
Stay away from the pressure halfway home never be tempted
Bet he listen
Next when he mentions
Stay away from the pressure
Vibes
Trying to stay
goddamn, when the fuck he come home
When you were down, you was tryna stick around, you was in my home
Heard you was up but I don't want nothin' from you,
me
When he handed me a letter edged in black.
With trembling hands I took the letter from him
I open it and sifted what it said:
"Come home my boy,
or just a letter
Saying he's returning home to me
Mister postman mister postman look and see oh yeah
If there's a letter in your bag for me please please
just a card, or just a letter
Sayin' he's returnin' home to me
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there's a letter in your bag
the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
I arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue
And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
I'll bring
affiliation
Divided by the time he was facing
Once he told me that
Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home
Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home
I think the Feds are
of me, and kitten like writers
'cause of my tongue, wonder why I hits and unhand the fly kid
To cut a bishop like she needed a home or a knockin
Word, bit
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