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There's a shining city west of here
Where dreams are booming into gear
It's no humdrum, nine-to-five town
It's a growing, going, bright, alive town


Golden sparks light up the skies there
Like a thousand Fourth of Julys there
How I want to stake a claim and
Roll my sleeves and make my name in
Detroit!


You can hear it humming, see it coming
Feel it everywhere you go
It's tomorrow morning, the future dawning
With a bright and shining glow

It's the land with golden chariots
All molten out of dreams
Detroit! Detroit!
Detroit! Detroit!
It's Detroit!

Oh, I could be there, I'd be free there
Standing on my own two feet
I'd invent new motors, design new rotors
I'd be in the drivers seat