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 Gotta 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 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 Hands on the plow And my feets in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down Don`t do nothing It ain`t no good when boss man`s Stuffin` down their throats For paper notes And their 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 the last child I`m just a punk in the street (Repeat)
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