(Tyler/Whitford)
Been dealin' all night
I'm livin' back home
L-loud
Yeah and it bites bad
TAKE ME BACK TO A SOUTH TALLAHASSEE
DOWN ACROSS THE BRIDGE TO MY SWEET SASSAFRASSY
CAN'T STAND UP ON MY FEET IN THE CITY
yeah
GOTTA GET BACK FOR 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 SWEATHEART
SWEAT IF IT MAKES A SILK PURSE
FROM A J. PAUL GEDDY’S EAR
WITH A FACE IN THE BEER
HOME SWEET HOME
yeah
GET OUT IN THE FIELD PUT THE MULE IN THE STABLE
MA SHE'S A COOKIN' GOT THE EATS ON THE TABLE
HATE'S IN THE CITY AND MY LOVE'S IN THE MEADOW
FEET'S OUT BACK AND MY LEGS ON THE GHETTO
yeah
SIT DOWN STAND UP DON'T DO NOTHIN'
IT AIN'T NO GOOD WHEN BOSS MAN'S STUFFIN' IT
DOWN THEIR THROATS FOR PAPER NOTES
AN' THEIR BABIES CRY WHEN CITIES LIE AT THEIR FEET
WHEN HE'S WALKIN' THE STREETS
HOME SWEET HOME
aw k-k-k-k-kow
MAMMA TAKE ME HOME SWEET HOME
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
JUST A PUNK IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
JUST A PUNK IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
JUST A PUNK IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
JUST A PUNK IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST
THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST CHILD
CHILD CHILD CHILD CHILD
YEAH-AH
