I was born in Michigan,
And I wish and wish again
That I was back in the town where I was born.
There's 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 used to
Wake me up at four AM.
I think your great big city's very pretty.
Nevertheless,
I want to be there,
I want to see there
A certain someone 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 ol' farm
Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm.
I miss the rooster, the rooster that used to
Wake me up at four AM.
I think your great big city's very pretty.
Nevertheless
I want to be there,
I want to see there
A certain someone full of charm.
That's why I wish again
That I was in Michigan
Down on the farm.