INTRO: D  D>C A  A>G  E  E>D  F

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.


INTRO 2x (SOLO)

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.

INTRO 2X


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.
Going home, I'm going home.
Going home.