[Verse 1]
On the hill where Custer was 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 hair as I turned towards downtown
Weaving through the buildings, cutting though the streets
Slicing through the culture, piling on the weeks
[Chorus]
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 2]
Dropping in on you, my friend, is just like old times
Said the fool who signed the paper to assorted slimes
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'd think it was easy to give your life away
To not have to live up to the promises you made
[Chorus]
Goin' homе, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' homе
On the hill where Custer was 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 hair as I turned towards downtown
Weaving through the buildings, cutting though the streets
Slicing through the culture, piling on the weeks
[Chorus]
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 2]
Dropping in on you, my friend, is just like old times
Said the fool who signed the paper to assorted slimes
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'd think it was easy to give your life away
To not have to live up to the promises you made
[Chorus]
Goin' homе, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' homе
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