Intro: E B A E
Verse:1
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
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 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
(Acapella) B A E
But I’ll be buried in Detroit