Last Child

I'm dreaming tonight

I'm leaving back home

Right

Take me back to south Tallahassee

Down across 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

Yes sir, no sir

Don't come close to my home sweet home

Can't catch no dose of my hot tail poon tang

Sweetheart sweathog

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 a-cookin', put the eats on the table

Hate's in the city and my love's in the middle

Hands on the plow and my feets in the ghetto

Stand up, sit down, don't do nothing

Ain't no good when boss man's

Stuffin' it down their throats

With paper notes

And the babies cry

While cities lie at their feet

When you're rockin' the street

Home sweet home

Mama, take me home sweet home

I was a last child

Just a punk in the street

I was a last child

Just a punk in the street

I was a last child

Just a punk in the street

I was a last child

Just a punk in the street

I was a last child

Just a punk in the street...