Goin’ Home Lyrics

On the hill of Custer
Making his last stand
With the Indians all around him
And his gun in his hand

Such a wind was blowing that day
Through the battleground
I could feel it in my head
As I drove toward downtown
Beating through the building
Cutting through the street
Slicing through the country
Piling on the weeds

Going home
I′m going home
Going home
I'm going home

Dropping in on you my friend
It′s just like old times
Send the foolish and the paper
To a certain slime
It's hard to get blood from a stone
But I'll give it a try
To provide your accommodations
And leave you satisfied

You think it was easy
To give your life away
And not have to live up to
The promises you made

Going home
I′m going home
Going home
I′m going home

Elusively she cut the phone
And went from cell to cell
Pretty looking and markable
And obviously doing well
They turned all the wooden bridge
Into the battleground
With a thousand warriors on the ridge
She tried to turn the radio down

Then the drums were pounding
All around her car
She saw her clothes were changing
Into sky and stars

Going home
I'm going home
Going home

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I′m going home
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I′m going home
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I'm going home