I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home Right!
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up on my feet in the city
Take me back to a south Tallahasse
Gotta get back to the real nitty gritty
Yes sir, no sir
Home sweet home Don't come close to my
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 in her beer Get out in the field
Home sweet home
Ma' she's a cookin'
Put the mule in the stable
Put the eats on the table
And my love's in the meadow
Hate's in the city
Hands on the plow
And my feet in the ghetto Stand up, sit down
It ain't no good when the bossman
Don't do nothing
Stuffin' down their throats
For paper notes
And their babies cry
While cities lie at their feet When you're rockin' the street Mama, take me home sweet home
Home sweet home
I was the last child
I'm just a punk in the street.
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