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Homesick Blues

I’ve been away too long my love, I’m comin’ home

I’ve been away too long my love, I’m comin’ home

Too many faces in too many places

And none of them yours

I hate to wake up in yet another empty motel room

I hate to wake up in yet another empty motel room

I close my eyes and try to see the sweetness of your face

It’s not he homesick blues that gets me by the balls

It’s not he homesick blues that gets me by the ball

It’s just the emptiness I feel when I am gone and you’re not here

I’m losing track how many weeks it’s been so far

I’m losing track how many weeks it’s been so far

Maybe seven down, but baby, hey, it’s only one to go

Killarney, Irland, 10. Juli 2007