Last Child

Hmm, hmm, hmm
As I'm dreaming tonight
I'm living back home, yeah
Right

Take me back to the South Tallahassee
Down across the bridge to a street that's so fancy
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 the hard tail coon
Take sweet heart ready to make yourself purr
From the J-Ball daddy's ear
With a face in the beer
Home sweet home

The cat's out in the field, put the mule in the stable
Mom, she's a-cookin', put the eats on the table
My face in the city and my love in the meadow
My hands on my plow and my feet on the ghetto
Stand up, sit down, don't do nothin'
Ain't no good when the bossman's bluffin'
Down left, up right, make a note
And the babies talk like city lights at my feet
When they're rockin' the street
Lord, to home sweet home

Mama, take me home sweet home
I'm just a last child, just a punk in the street
I'm just a last child, I'm just a punk in the street
I'm just, just, just a last child, just a punk in the street
Oh, Lord, just a last child, just a punk in the street
Last child, last child
Home sweet home