You might see me down in Alabam' Or Baton Rouge Down in Louisiana I might make it up to Detroit City Where people work hard And life is gritty But it don't really matter where I am It's what I do and what I can And this old world has been good to me So I try to give back and I try to be free I was born in Ontario I was born in Ontario Ontario, Ontario, Ontario I still like to sing a happy song But once in a while when things go wrong I might pick up a pen and scribble on a page And try to make sense of my inner rage One cold winter we went down south With daddy's type writer for a couple of months But I was born in Ontario I was born in Ontario Ontario, Ontario, Ontario I was born in Ontario Where the black fly bites and the green gra** grows That's where I learned most of what I know 'Cause you don't learn much when you start to get old I moved on at a tender young age mom and daddy never seemed to stay In any one place for very long We just kept movin, movin on But I was born in Ontario I was born in Ontario Ontario, Ontario, Ontario