LAST CHILD

I'm dreaming tonight I'm living back home Right, left Take me back to South Talahasie Down cross the bridge to my sweet Sassafasie Can't stand up on my feet in the city Got to 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, boom-tank sweethearts Swear if it makes them cuss for a jade ball, get in his ear With her face in her beer Home sweet home Get out in the field with the mule in the stable Ma she's a' cooking, 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 bossman's stuffing it down their throats The paper, noise, and the babies cry while cities lie at the feet When you're out in the streets Home sweet home Mamma take me home sweet home I was the last child, I'm just a punk in the streets I was the last child, I'm just a punk in the streets I was the last child, I'm just a punk in the streets I was the last child, I'm just a punk in the streets…