Last Child

Lyrics for 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 Got to 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 and a 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 middle Hands on the plow and my feets in the ghetto Stand up, sit down, don't do nothing Ain't no good when boss man's Stuffin' it down their throats With paper notes As 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 a last child Just a punk in the street I was a last child Just a punk in the street I was a last child Just a punk in the street I was a last child Just a punk in the street