Lyrics

Homesick blues Homesick blues He was in the Allenwood pen', serving one-to-five When he got out, he rushed to see his darling, nesting bride Homesick blues Homesick blues He served three years in the Allenwood pen', he wouldn't go to war He was just a peace-creep poet driving home to see his bride Homesick blues Homesick blues They found another poet's notеbooks stacked up by the bed Hе heard another man's phonograph on the record player Another man's dinner on the table, another man's vision in her heart Remember this, peace-creep, as you rot in jail Remember this morsel from the idiom, little earthling punk Don't expect anyone or anything to wait one second for you The oatmeal retches onward Spewing the spackled tool-drool over the gracious gash kush Homesick blues Homesick blues He was in the Allenwood pen', serving one-to-five He might as well have stayed inside than drive home to his faithful bride Than drive home to his faithful bride