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.