Good choice!
Detroit City #2--Ben Colder (1963)
Last night, I took a nap in Detroit City,
And I dreamed about my papa's old cotton patch.
My poor back was breakin'
Both my knees was achin'
The red bugs kept on bitin,
But I didn't have time to scratch.
I don't want to go home,
I don't want to go home.
Nobody wants to go home.