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
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 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
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 Mama, take me home Sweet home