John Hiatt - Homeland lyric
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Well, I jumped so high
Knocked the table over
Thought I saw a ghost
Come out of the clover
She lived in this house
Forty odd years or so
She was buried in the back
With the English and the natives
Slaughtered like sheep
Women and babies
Lot of blood and tears
Three hundred years ago
It's like they're caught up in the trees
In the webs of spiders
Spun out of leaves
Ghostly riders
Lookin' for a trail
To find their way back home
But there's nothing back there
Or tomorrow
No place they
Can put their sorrow
Heavy as death
Cold as a broken stone
And I call this place my homeland
And I claim this land I own
But it belongs to another people
They possess it in their bones
Well, I can hear them in the night
Like a hundred televisions
Hummin' down low
Beneath the subdivisions
All they really want
Is if we can hear 'em now
They been troublin' this plain
Lookin' for attention
Making crazy tracks
They need an intervention
All they really want
Is to get back home somehow
So build up a fire
Say a little prayer
And cook a little meat
Pull 'em up a chair
And offer them a plate
Maybe we can all find peace
You can't bury anything
Men or nations
Old memories, old vibrations
The pain doesn't stop
Just because the killin' ceased
And I call this place my homeland
And I claim this land I own
It belongs to another people
They possess it in their bones
Well, I jumped so high
Straight up off the bed sheet
Nightmare sky
Bloody with the red heat
Started to shake
'Cause I couldn't find my way back home
Well, I landed in the ditch
Landed in the gutter
Landed in the arms
Of my long lost mother
Cryin' like a child
While the Bayou Pierre groaned
And I call this place my homeland
And I love this land I own
But it belongs to another people
They possess it in their bones
Yeah, I call this place my homeland
And I claim this land I own
But it belongs to another people
They possess it in their bones
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