Last Child - Live at the Paradise, Boston, MA - Aug 1978

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 in 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 meadow
 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
 (Repeat x)