Going home – Elvis Presley

(words & music by byers)
This proud wild land where the wind blows free Has always been a part of me Its in my blood, I just cant get it out For a hundred miles a man can see And be about as wild as he wants to be If he feels like shouting all hes gotta do is shout Where the purple mountains reach up high And look like theyre gonna touch the sky Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years Where the days are hot, the nights are cold The desert sand looks just like gold These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears Where the painted desert as you pass by Looks like a rainbow in the sky The cactus blooms in the early morning sun Where the nightwings sing and eagles fly The clouds paint pictures in the sky The coyotes howl tells you when the day is done Im coming home, this time Im gonna stay Im coming home and I aint never goin away My feet are itching to get back home Ive had the desert fever since Ive been gone I need some loving so bad that I cant see When a woman looks a man in the eye You know it takes a man to satisfy Thinking about them girls is killing me Im going home, going home Going home, Im going home Going home, going home Going home