Last Child

Last child

I'm dreaming tonight I'm living back home

Right

Yeah yeah

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