Buried In Detroit

	  		
 
 

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