| | Goin' Home Lyrics Artist(Band):Neil Young
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 Cleaving 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 Being here with 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 accomodation 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 She made a turn across the 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 turning 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 If you find some error in Goin' Home Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Goin' Home The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Neil Young" Music | |
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