Last Child

last child

I@m dreaming tonight I@m living back home

Right!

Yeahyeah

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 ready to 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