Neil Young - Goin’ Home lyrics

On the hill where Custer was
Making his last stand
With the Indians all around him 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

Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' 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

Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home goin' home

Elusively she cut the phone and
Went 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

I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home

Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home