| Guitars ring in the dead of night, sing so blue, sound so right
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| It makes you homesick
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| Listen close to the guitar man, 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, smokin’dope, drinkin’wine
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| Just an outlaw
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| Distant drums beats an old refrain, shakes your feet, pounds your brain
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| Like a buzzsaw
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| In the darkness down the hall, black-light posters on the wall
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| Jimi Hendrix
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| Someone’s lost in yesterday, 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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| Guitars ring in the dead of night, sing so blue, sound so right
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| It makes you homesick
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| Listen close to the guitar man, 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 |