Beach Boys

Somehow I must love the painThe hollow earth, on it the sound of rainBurn my
homeBurn my shoesBurn down the glorified Home of the Blues
Wake up! Don’t be slowDrunken sailors are blockin' up the main roadThey’re up
in arms, reeling on their feetOr millin' round, they’re marchin' on the Home of
the Blues
Marchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on
the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the Blues
Say my name low and sweetThen you’ll go away, we’ll never meetIn awhile I’ll be
there too, standing in the rain
Marchin' on the home of the bluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on
the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of
the…
Nobody can feel all the things that we feelAnd nobody knows how it is always
leaving and never to go
Marchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on
the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the Blues
Marchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on
the Home of the BluesMarchin on the Home of the…