Last Child (Remix)

last child
Im dreaming tonight, Im living back home
Right!
Yeah...yeah
Take me back to a south Tallahassee
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
Cant stand up on my feet in the city
Got to get back to the real nitty gritty
Yes sir, No sir
Dont come close to my
Home sweet home
Cant 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
Get out in the field,
Put the mule in the stable
Ma, shes A cookin
Put the eats on the table
Hates in the City and My loves in the meadow
Hands on the plow and my feets in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down
Dont do nothin
Aint no good when boss mans stuffin
Down their throats with paper notes
as babies cry
When youre rockin the street
Home Sweet Home
Mamma take me home sweet home
I was the last Child, just a punk in the street.