Lyrics Atlanta Rhythm Section

Atlanta Rhythm Section

Homesick

Guitars ring through the dead of night

Scream so blue sound so right

Make You Homesick

Listen close to the guitar man

A native son in a foreign land

The boy is homesick

Homesick for days gone by

Homesick for home, sweet home.

Where were you in '69

Smokin dope and drinkin wine

Just a outlaw

Distant drums beat an old refrain

Shakes the feet pounds the brain

Like a buzzsaw

In the darkness down the hall

Blacklight posters on the wall

Jimi Hendrix

Someones lost in yesterday

Hazey dreams of Monterey.... and Woodstock

Homesick

Four days gone by

To kiss the sky

Guitars ring through the dead of night

Sing so blue sound so right

Makes you Homesick

Listen close to the guitar man

A native son in a forgein land

The boy is homesick