Neil Young - Goin Home Lyrics

On the hill where Custer was
Making his last stand
With the Indians all around you
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
Moved from cell to cell
Really looking remarkable
And obviously doing well

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

I'm 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, I'm going home
Going home, I'm going home