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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
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
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
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



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Written on 2022-06-12 at 20:36

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