Green grass never felt so soft
My blood it stains, my thoughts now aloft
I've got a new bullet hole
This Georgia grass never felt so cold
I guess it's all over for me

I'm going home
I'm going home

When will this war finally end ?
Can never see what's around the bend
What's the use of fighting with slews of bullets and swords
In the end it's killing me

I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home