Homesick Blues
R. J. Brown, 1984

(1)
I've got the homesick blues,
Oh Lordy, sick from my head down to my shoes.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
I've got the homesick blues,
Oh Lordy, sick from my head down to my shoes.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
Oh, Lord have mercy!
Won't you please come back and take me home with you?
Home!  Sick!  Blues!

(2)
Oh well, the Lord made Adam,
Created him in paradise.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
Now listen:  Adam had heaven
Until he took Eve's advice.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
They were cast out of the garden
To live in sin.  It wasn't very nice!
Home!  Sick!  Blues!

(3)
Oh well, the sins of the fathers
Shall be visited upon the children.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
Now listen:  Jesus was a man
Who was not descended from Adam.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
He shed His sacrificial blood
Upon the cross so that I could come home.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!

(4)
Well, I repented at the altar,
Was washed in His blood, and baptised.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
I was burried in His name,
But that name in the world is despised.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
I was filthy dirty,
But now I am sterilized.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!

(5)
When I was filled with His spirit,
I spoke in an unknown tongue.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
Now I'm living for Jesus,
And I've never had so much fun.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
He's the fullness of the Godhead,
My Jesus, He is the only one.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!


(6)
He said He's coming back to get me,
Coming back like a thief in the night.
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
He will transform my earthly body,
And I will take off.  What a flight!
Home!  Sick!  Blues!
And I'll stop singing the blues
When I can look into His face.  What a sight!
Home!  Sick!  Blues!