You might see me down in Alabama Or Baton Rouge, down in Louisiana I might make it up to Detroit City Where people work hard and life is gritty It don't really matter where I am It's what I do, it's what I can This old world has been good to me So I try to give back and I want to be free I was born in Ontario I was born in Ontario, Ontario, Ontario, Ontario I still like to sing a happy song Once in a while and things go wrong I pick up a pen, scribble on a page Try to make sense of my inner rage One cold winter we went down south With daddy's typewriter for a couple of months (Chorus) 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 Because you don't learn much When you start to get old I left home at a tender young age 'Cause mom and daddy never liked to stay In any one place for very long We just kept moving, moving on (Chorus)