Last Child

[Intro] I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home Right Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] Yes, sir, no, sir Don't come close to my home sweet home Can't catch no dose of my hot tail poontang sweetheart Sweathog ready to make a silk purse From a J. Paul Getty and his ear With her face in her beer [Chorus] Home sweet home [Verse 3] Get out in the field, put the mule in the saddle Ma, she's a-cooking, put the eats on the table Hate's in the city and my love's in the meadow Hands on the plow and my feet's in the ghetto [Verse 4] 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 while cities lie at their feet When you're rocking the street [Chorus] Home sweet home [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Mama, take me home sweet home [Outro] I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street