Last Child

I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home
Right
Yeah, yeah

Take me back to south Tallahassee
Down 'cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
Can't stand up on my feet in the city
I 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 poontang sweetheart
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 cooking
Got the eats on the table
Hate's in the city
But my love's in the meadow
Hands on the plow
But my feets in the ghetto

Stand up, sit down
Don't do nothing
It ain't no good when bossman's
Stuffing it down their throats
For paper notes
And their babies cry
And cities lie at their feet
Rocking the street

Home sweet home
Yeah

Mama, take me home sweet home
I was the last child
Just a punk in the street
I was the last child
Just a punk in the street
I was the last child
Just a punk in the street
I was the last child
Just a punk in the street, yeah

Mama, take me home Sweet home