I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home Right! Yeah yeah
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 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 cooking Put the eats on the table Hate's in the city And my love's in the meadow Hands on the plow And my feets in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down Don't do nothing It isn't no good when boss man's Stuffing it down their throats For paper notes And their babies cry While cities lie at their feet When you're rocking 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!
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