"TRanscribe" sanoma at onewest.net
(G)Guitar playin' in the(Bb)dead of night.
(F)Singin' the blues it(C)feels just (G)right.
(G)Makes you(Bb)home(G)sick. (Bb)(F)(Bb)
(G)Listen close to the(Bb)guitar man,
(G)Native son of a (C)forein(G)land.
(G)The boy' homesick. (Bb)(F)(Bb)
(C)He's homesick,three flights gone
(C)Homesick,home sweet home,yes he is.(Bb)(F)(Bb)
Where were you in 69 ,smokin dope,
and drinkin' wine. just a outlaw.
distant drums beat an old refrain
shift your feet pound your brain,like a buzz saw.
In the darkness down the hall,
Black light posters on the wall, Jimi Hendrix.
Someones lost in yesterday,had big dreams in Monteray.
and wooodstock allright
He's homesick,for days gone by
Homesick,to kiss the sky