Last Child by Cornbread Red Lyrics

I'm dreaming tonight
I'm living back home

Right!

Take me back to-a south Tallahassee
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafras-y
Can't stand up on my feet in the city
Gotta 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 poontang sweetheart, sweathog
That makes ya a 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 meadow
Hand's on the plow and my feet's in the ghetto

Stand up, sit down
Don't do nothing
It ain't no good when boss man's
Stuffin' down their throats
For paper notes
And their babies cry
While cities lie at their feet
When you're rockin' the streets

Home Sweet Home

Mama, take me home, sweet home
I was the last child
I'm just a punk in the street...