Last Child Songtext / Lyric

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 readyt o 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.