Neil Young – Goin Home (Guitar)

Dm
On the hill where Custer was,

Am
Making his last stand,

Em
With the Indians all around,

F
And his gun in his hand.

Dm
Such a wind was blowing that day,

Am
Through the battleground,

Em
I could feel it in my hair,

F
As I turned towards downtown.

Dm
Weaving through the buildings,

Am
Cutting though the streets,

Em
Slicing through the culture,

F
Piling on the weeks.

      Dm    Am        G
Going home, I'm going home.

      Dm    C         G
Going home, I'm going home.

Dm
Dropping in on you my friend,

Am
Is just like old times,

Em
Said the fool who signed the paper,

F
To assorted slimes.

Dm
It's hard to get blood from a stone

Am
But for you I'll give it a try,

Em
To provide your accomodations,

E
And leave you satisfied.

Dm
You'd think it was easy,

Am
To give your life away,

Em
To not have to live up to,

F
The promises you made.

      Dm    Am        G
Going home, I'm going home.

      Dm    C         G
Going home, I'm going home.

G
Going home.

Dm
Elusively she cut the phone,

Am
They went from cell to cell,

Em
Really looking remarkable,

F
And obviously doing well.

Dm
She made a turn on a wooden bridge,

Am
Into the battleground,

Em
With a thousand warriors on the ridge,

F
She tried to turn her radio down.

Dm
Battle drums were pounding,

Am
All around her car,

Em
She saw her clothes were changing,

F
Into sky and stars.

          Dm    Am        G
I'm going home, I'm going home.

      Dm    C         G
Going home, I'm going home.

      Dm    Am        G
Going home, I'm going home.

      Dm    C         G
Going home, I'm going home.

      Dm    Am        G
Going home, I'm going home.

      Dm    C         G
Going home, I'm going home.