Michigan

If I were in Michigan man

I’d still hold my guitar in the palm of my hand

I’d have my own beach, I’d have my own land

I’d buy me a boat and I’d name it Roxanne

When I get lonely and I’ll miss the city where the girls are pretty

So I’ll take you with me

We’ll build a fire by the lake

Where the water looks at me and says I’m not so great

If I were in Michigan man

I’d still have some family, I’d still have some friends

I’d take one trip just to do it again

Never say bye-bye it’s a waste of time

When I get hungry, I’ll go into town

Where every diner still thinks they’re the best around

When the weekend waitress takes my plate

I’ll have to sit around just until it gets late

‘Cause there’s a piano man who never looks at his hands

And if he saw me leave well, then, he might get sad but probably not

When I get hungry, I’ll go into town

Where every diner still thinks they’re the best around

When the weekend waitress takes my plate

I’ll have to sit around just until it gets late