Last Child

I'm dreaming tonight
 I'm leaving back home
 Right!
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 Take me back to a south Tallahassee
 Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafras
 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 sweat hog
 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 feet's 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
 And babies cry while cities lie at their feet
 When you're rockin' the street
 Home sweet home
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 Mama, take me home sweet home
 I was a last child (I was just a punk in the street)
 I was a last child (I was just a punk in the street)
 I was a last child (I was just a punk in the street)
 I was a last child (I was just a punk in the street)