Homesick

Guitars ring in the dead of night,

Sing so blue, sound so right

It makes you homesick

Listen close to the guitar man,

Native son of a foreign land

The boy's homesick.

He's homesick, for days bygone

Homesick, for home sweet home.

Where were you in '69,

Smokin' dope and drinkin' wine

Just an outlaw

Distant drums beats an old refrain,

Shakes your feet, pounds your brain

Like a buzzsaw.

In the darkness down the hall,

Black-light posters on the wall

Jimi Hendrix

Someone's lost in yesterday,

Hazy dreams of Monterey

And Woodstock, all right.

He's homesick, for days bygone

Homesick, for home sweet home.

Guitars ring in the dead of night,

Sing so blue, sound so right

It makes you homesick

Listen close to the guitar man,

Native son of a foreign land

The boy's homesick

He's homesick, for days bygone

Homesick, Lord, for home sweet home.

The boy's homesick...