Frank "Poncho" Sampedro - Goin' Home lyrics

[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 [2x] Going home [Verse 2] Dropping in on you my friend Is just like old times Said the fool who signed the paper To a**orted 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] [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]