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