Buried In Detroit

[ti：Buried In Detroit]

[ar：Mike Posner]

[al：At Night, Alone ]

[Verse 1]

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

[Hook]

I’m a writer and a lover

I’m a Midwest music man

And I’ve been to a lot of places

But I’m gon’ end where I began

I took class in Carolina

Got high smoking joints

And now they know my name in Paris

But I’ll be buried in Detroit

Next to my father, and my father’s father too

I used to live in New York City

But baby that ain’t no substitute

Not for my hometown

That place people avoid

I’ve made love in every city

But I’ll be buried in Detroit

I don’t claim to be a prophet

I just speak my mind

I try to tell it like it is

And sometimes God makes it rhyme

I like my songs how I like my women

Honest and to the point

You see I got ****** up in Stockholm

But I’ll be buried in Detroit

Next to my father, my father’s father too

I used to live in New York City

But baby that ain’t no substitute

Not for my hometown

That place people avoid

I’ve made love in every city

But I’ll be buried in Detroit

You know I ain’t gon’ live forever

Baby it won’t be long

At the wake they’ll say “He made a lot of mistakes

But he could write hell of a song”

And I made, I made killing

Though I never really was employed

I had a girl from San Diego

But I’ll be buried in

I killed a show in Indonesia

But I’ll be buried in

I made love in every city

But I’ll be buried in Detroit