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Текст (слова) песни: Train - Last Child



I`m dreaming tonight, I`m living back home
Right!
Yeah...yeah

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 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 feets 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 street

Home sweet home

Mama, take me home sweet home

I was the last child
I`m just a punk in the street
(Repeat)

 

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