Elvis Presley - Goin Home текст песни

(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