I'm dreaming tonight
I'm living back home
Right!
Take me back to-a south Tallaha**ee
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sa**afras-y
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 poontang sweetheart, sweathog
That makes ya a 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
Hand's on the plow and my feet's 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 streets
Home Sweet Home
Mama, take me home, sweet home
I was the last child
I'm just a punk in the street...