Key: G
Introduction:
D
On the hill where Custer was,
A
Making his last stand,
E
With the Indians all around,
F
And his gun in his hand.
D
Such a wind was blowing that day,
A
Through the battleground,
E
I could feel it in my hair,
F
As I turned towards downtown.
D
Weaving through the buildings,
A
Cutting though the streets,
E
Slicing through the culture,
F
Piling on the weeks.
D A G
Going home, I'm going home.
D C G
Going home, I'm going home.
Going home.
D
Dropping in on you my friend,
A
Is just like old times,
E
Said the fool who signed the paper,
F
To assorted slimes.
D
It's hard to get blood from a stone
A
But for you I'll give it a try,
E
To provide your accomodations,
F
And leave you satisfied.
D
You'd think it was easy,
A
To give your life away,
E
To not have to live up to,
F
The promises you made.
D A G
Going home, I'm going home.
D C G
Going home, I'm going home.
Going home.
D
Elusively she cut the phone,
A
Moved from cell to cell,
E
Really looking remarkable,
F
And obviously doing well.
D
She made a turn on a wooden bridge,
A
Into the battleground,
E
With a thousand warriors on the ridge,
F
She tried to turn her radio down.
D
Battle drums were pounding,
A
All around her car,
E
She saw her clothes were changing,
F
Into sky and stars.
D A G
Going home, I'm going home.
D C G
Going home, I'm going home.
Going home, I'm going home.