Last Child



 

(Tyler/Whitford)



I'm dreamin' tonight

I'm dreamin' 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 sweatheart 

sweathog ready to make a silk purse 

from a J Paul Getty and his ear 

with a face in 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 meadow 

Hand's on the plow and my feets in the ghetto 



Stand up, sit down 

Don't do nothin' 

Ain't no good when boss man's stuffin' 

Down their throats with paper notes 

as babies cry 

When you're rockin' the street 

Home Sweet Home 



Mamma take me home sweet home 

I was the last Child, just a punk in the street.