last child
I@m dreaming tonight, I@m living back home
Right!
Yeah...yeah
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
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Yes sir, No sir
Don@t come close to my
Home sweet home
Can@t catch no dose
of my hot tail poon-tang sweatheart
sweathog ready to make a silk purse
from a J Paul Getty and his ear
with a face in a beer
Home Sweet Home
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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 plow and my feets in the ghetto
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Stand up, sit down
Don@t do nothin@
Ain@t no good when boss man@s stuffin@
Down their throats with paper notes
as babies cry
When you@re rockin@ the street
Home Sweet Home
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Mamma take me home sweet home
I was the last Child, just a punk in the street.
5nd