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.