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 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 my hot tail poon-tang sweatheart sweathog ready to make a silk purse from a J Paul Getty and his ear with a face in a 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 feets in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down Don`t do nothin` 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
Mamma take me home sweet home I was the last Child, just a punk in the street.
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