(I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home) Right!
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 the 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 Ain't no good when boss man's Stuffin' down their throats With paper notes As babies cry When you're rockin' the street
Home sweet home
Mama, take me home sweet home
I was the last child Just a punk in the streets Last, last, last, last... (Repeat)