Demonstrate I was   Raised from the start   By a priest and   The maid on the part   Still know what   To wear on my back   Michigan!   Ponshewaing!   Cadillac!      If I ever meant to go away   I was raised, I was raised   In the place, in the place   Still I often think of going back   To the farms, to the farms   Golden arms, golden arms   Start to remind me      If the lakes took   The place of the sea   If the cars drove themselves   Way to be!   Opposite the trains moving in   Rivers run interstate, Michigan!      Still I never meant to go away   I was raised, I was raised   In the place, in the place   Still I often think of going back   To the farms, to the farms   Golden arms, golden arms   Tried to change the    Made in Michigan   I was raised, I was raised   In the place, in the place   Part to remind me