Last Child

(i'm dreaming tonight, i'm leaving back home)

Right!



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 skilk purse

From a j paul getty and his ear

With her face in the 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 getto



Stand up, sit down

Don't do nothing

Ain't no good when boss man's

Stuffin' down their throats

With paper notes

As babies cry

When you're rockin' in the street



Home sweet home



Mama, take me home sweet home



I was the last child

Just a punk in the streets



(repeat)


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