Lyrics Last Child - Aerosmith
I'm
dreaming
tonight
I'm
leaving
back
home
Right!
Take
me
back
to
a
south
Tallahassee
Down
cross
the
bridge
to
my
sweet
sassafras
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
sweat
hog
Ready
to
make
a
silk
purse
from
a
J.
Paul
Getty
and
his
ear
With
her
face
and
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
middle
Hands
on
the
plow
and
my
feet's
in
the
ghetto
Stand
up,
sit
down,
don't
do
nothing
Ain't
no
good
when
boss
man's
Stuffin'
it
down
their
throats
with
paper
notes
And
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
a
last
child
(I
was
just
a
punk
in
the
street)
I
was
a
last
child
(I
was
just
a
punk
in
the
street)
I
was
a
last
child
(I
was
just
a
punk
in
the
street)
I
was
a
last
child
(I
was
just
a
punk
in
the
street)
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