I was born in Michigan
And I wish and wish again
That I was back in the town where I was born
Theres a farm in Michigan
And I'd like to fish again
In the river that flows beside the field of waving corn
A lonesome soul am I...here's the reason why
I want to go back, I want to go back,
I want to go back to the farm..
Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm.
I miss the rooster, the one that use-ter wake me up at 4am..
I think your great big cities very pretty...nevertheless
I want to be there,
I want to see there a certain soemone full of charm.
That's why I wish again that I was in Michigan, down on the farm
I want to go back, I want to go back
I want to go back to that old farm
Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm
I miss the rooster, the rooster that use-ter wake me up at 4am
I think your great big cities very pretty...nevertheless
I want to be there
I want to see there a certain someone full of charm
Thats why I wish again
That I was in Michigan, down on the farm