Beach Boys

Somehow I must love the pain

The hollow earth, on it the sound of rain

Burn my home

Burn my shoes

Burn down the glorified Home of the Blues



Wake up! Don't be slow

Drunken sailors are blockin' up the main road

They're up in arms, reeling on their feet

Or millin' round, they're marchin' on the Home of the Blues



Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues



Say my name low and sweet

Then you'll go away, we'll never meet

In awhile I'll be there too, standing in the rain



Marchin' on the home of the blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the....





Nobody can feel all the things that we feel

And nobody knows how it is always leaving and never to go



Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues



Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin on the Home of the....