Last Child

Oooo ooo...

I'm dreaming tonight
I'm leaving back home
Right

Yea... yeah

Take me back to a South Tallahassee
Down cross the bridge to my sweet Sassafrassee
Can't stand up on my feet in the city
Got to get back to the real nittygritty

Yes sir, no sir
Don't come close to my home sweet home
Can't catch no dose
From a hot tail poontang sweetheart sweat
Who could make silk purse from a J. Paul Get
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 a-cookin'
Put the eats on the table
Hate's in the city
And my love's in the meadow
Hand's on the plough
And my feet's in the ghetto

Stand up, sit down
Don't do nothin'
It ain't no good
When boss man's stuffin' it
Down their throats for paper notes
And their babies cry
While cities lie at their feet
When you're rockin' the streets

Home sweet home

Mama, take me home sweet home

I was the last child
Just a punk in the streets
I was the last child
Just a punk in the streets
I was the last child
Just a punk in the streets
I was the last child
Just a punk in the streets
I was the last child
Just a punk in the streets