Buried In Detroit

        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

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[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

[Other]
             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