Last Child 歌词

I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home Right! Take me back to a south Tallahasse Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy 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 poon tang Sweathog ready to make a silk 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 Hands on the plow And my feet in the ghetto Stand up, sit down Don't do nothing It ain't no good when the bossman Stuffin' down their throats For paper notes And their babies cry While cities lie at their feet When you're rockin' the street Home sweet home Mama, take me home sweet home I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street