Every year my wife and I say we'll move from Michigan
'Cause we really hate the cold and we really miss the sun
We don't like the shoveling and the scraping of the snow
But decades have gone by and our children all have grown
In Michigan, it's our home sweet Michigan
I keep saying that I'll quit this job to venture on my own
But the timing's never right and now I am growing old
A factory machinist, well, I guess I'll always be
We'll stick it out a few more years 'til I'm retiring
In Michigan, it's our home sweet Michigan
In Michigan, it's our home sweet Michigan
We talk of leaving our old church to start something new
Where people could be honest, well, if even just a few
Bureaucracies and politics, leave them all behind
We'll break the bread and drink the blood, finish up the wine
In Michigan, it's our home sweet Michigan
In Michigan, it's our home sweet Michigan
Well, this is where I was born and raised
And I'll probably stay 'til my dying day
Shorelines just won't let me go
Shorelines just won't let me go
The fear I've come to dread the most
The fact that I just can't cope
With these dreams that keep on changin'
Dreams that keep on fading, yeah, yeah
Talked of other nations, giving up our lives
And holding dying babies while they breathe out their last cry
We gave it up for grandkids, Sunday afternoon
You gave it up for me and I gave it up for you
In Michigan, it's our home sweet Michigan
As I laid my bride into the ground Sunday afternoon
And held her hand and kissed her lips and whispered, "See you soon"
Probably should have sent her off to be buried far away
But I don't think the cold and ice will bother her today
In Michigan, it's our home sweet Michigan
In Michigan, it's our home sweet Michigan