Songtext von 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, 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 Repeat Chorus 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