Neil Young — Goin Home

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Going home, I'm going home Going home, I'm going home Going home [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 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 [Chorus] Going home, I'm going home Going home, I'm going home Going home [Verse 3] Elusively she cut the phone, 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 [Chorus] Going home, I'm going home Going home, I'm going home Going home