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I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home
Right!
Take me back to a south Tallahasse
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy

Canīt 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 feet in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down

Don't do nothing
It ain't no good when the bossman
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
I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home

Right!
Take me back to a south Tallahasse
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
Canīt 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 feet in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down
Don't do nothing

It ain't no good when the bossman
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
I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home
Right!

Take me back to a south Tallahasse
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
Canīt 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 feet in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down
Don't do nothing
It ain't no good when the bossman

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
I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home
Right!
Take me back to a south Tallahasse

Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
Canīt 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 feet in the ghetto

Stand up, sit down
Don't do nothing
It ain't no good when the bossman
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

I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home
Right!
Take me back to a south Tallahasse
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy

Canīt 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 feet in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down

Don't do nothing
It ain't no good when the bossman
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
I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home

Right!
Take me back to a south Tallahasse
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
Canīt 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 feet in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down
Don't do nothing

It ain't no good when the bossman
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
I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home
Right!

Take me back to a south Tallahasse
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
Canīt 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 feet in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down
Don't do nothing
It ain't no good when the bossman

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

 

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