Last Child

I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home

Right!

Yeah...yeah

Take me back to a south Tallahassee

Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy

Can't stand up on my feet in the city

Gotta get back to the real nitty gritty

Yes sir, no sir

Don't come close to my

Home sweet home

Can't catch no dose

Of my hot tail poon tang sweetheart

Sweathog ready to make a silk purse

From a J Paul Getty and his ear

With her face in her beer

Home sweet home

Get out in the field

Put the mule in the stable

Ma she's a cookin'

Put the eats on the table

Hate's in the city

And my love's in the meadow

Hands on the plow

And my feets in the ghetto

Stand up, sit down

Don't do nothing

It ain't no good when boss man's

Stuffin' down their throats

For paper notes

And their babies cry

While cities lie at their feet

When you're rockin' the street

Home sweet home

Mama, take me home sweet home

I was the last child

I'm just a punk in the street

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