I'm dreaming tonight
I'm leaving back home
Right!
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
Yes sir, no sir
Don't come close to my home sweet home
Can't catch no dose of my hot tail poon tang sweetheart sweathog
Ready to make a silk purse from a J. Paul Getty and his ear
With her face and a 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 middle
Hands on the plow and my feets in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down, don't do nothing
Ain't no good when boss man's
Stuffin' it down their throats
With paper notes
As 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 a last child
Just a punk in the street
I was a last child
Just a punk in the street
I was a last child
Just a punk in the street
I was a last child
Just a punk in the street
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