Oooo ooo...



I'm dreaming tonight

I'm leaving back home 

Right



Yea... yeah 



Take me back to a South Tallahassee

Down cross the bridge to my sweet Sassafrassee

Can't stand up on my feet in the city

Got to get back to the real nittygritty 



Yes sir, no sir 

Don't come close to my home sweet home 

Can't catch no dose 

From a hot tail poontang sweetheart sweat

Who could make silk purse from a J. Paul Get

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 plough 

And my feet's in the ghetto 



Stand up, sit down

Don't do nothin' 

It ain't no good 

When boss man's stuffin' it

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 

Just a punk in the streets

I was the last child

Just a punk in the streets

I was the last child

Just a punk in the streets

I was the last child

Just a punk in the streets

I was the last child

Just a punk in the streets