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(Buddy Bue, J.R. Cobb) |
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(I'm loving this, yes, yes.) |
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Guitars ring in the dead of night, |
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Sing so blue, sound so right |
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It makes you homesick |
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Listen close to the guitar man, |
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Native son of a foreign land |
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The boy's homesick. |
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He's homesick, for days bygone |
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Homesick, for home sweet home. |
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Where were you in '69, |
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Smokin' dope and drinkin' wine |
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Just an outlaw |
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Distant drums beats an old refrain, |
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Shakes your feet, pounds your brain |
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Like a buzzsaw. |
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--- Instrumental --- |
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In the darkness down the hall, |
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Black-light posters on the wall |
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Jimi Hendrix |
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Someone's lost in yesterday, |
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Hazy dreams of Monterey |
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And Woodstock, all right. |
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He's homesick, for days bygone |
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Homesick, for home sweet home. |
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--- Instrumental --- |
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Guitars ring in the dead of night, |
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Sing so blue, sound so right |
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It makes you homesick |
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Listen close to the guitar man, |
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Native son of a foreign land |
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The boy's homesick |
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He's homesick, for days bygone |
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Homesick, Lord, for home sweet home. |
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The boy's homesick... |
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--- Instrumental to fade --- |
