Verse 1
I’m a wr[E]writer and a lover
I’m a Mi[B]Midwest music man
And I’ve b[A]been to a lot of places
But I’m gon’ e[E]end where I began
I took cl[E]class in Carolina
G[B]Got high smoking joints
And now they k[A]know my name in Paris
But I’ll be bu[E]buried in Detroit
Chorus
Next to my f[E]father, and my fa[B]father’s father too
I used to l[A]live in New York City
But baby, that a[E]ain’t no substitute
Not for my hom[E]hometown
That pl[B]place people avoid
I’ve made lo[A]love in every city
But I’ll be b[E]buried in Detroit
Verse 2
I don’t cl[E]claim to be a prophet
[B]I just speak my mind
I t[A]try to tell it like it is
And sometimes G[E]God makes it rhyme
I like my so[E]songs how I like my women
Ho[B]Honest and to the point
You see I g[A]got fucked up in Stockholm
But I’ll be b[E]buried in Detroit
Chorus
Next to my f[E]father, and my fa[B]father’s father too
I used to l[A]live in New York City
But baby, that a[E]ain’t no substitute
Not for my hom[E]hometown
That pl[B]place people avoid
I’ve made lo[A]love in every city
But I’ll be b[E]buried in Detroit
Verse 3
You know I a[E]ain’t gon’ live forever
B[B]Baby, it won’t be long
At the wa[A]wake they’ll say
“He made a lot of mistakes,
But h[E]he could write hell of a song”
And I m[E]made, I made killing
Though I ne[B]never really was employed
I had a g[A]girl from San Diego
Outro
But I’ll be b[E]buried in
I killed a sh[E]show [B]in I[A]Indonesia
But I’ll be b[E]buried in
I made lo[E]love in [B]every ci[A]city
[A]But I[B]I’ll [A]be bu[E]buried in Detroit
