Bài hát Goin' Home Báo Lỗi

On the hill where Custer was making his last stand

With the Indians all around 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


Going home, I'm going home

Going home, I'm going home

Going home


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 for you 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


Going home, I'm going home.

Going home, I'm going home.

Going home.


Elusively she cut the phone and moved from cell to cell

Really looking remarkable and obviously doing well

She made a turn on a wooden bridge into the battleground

With a thousand warriors on the ridge, she tried to turn her radio down


Battle 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, I'm going home

Going home, I'm going home

Going home, I'm going home

Going home