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