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)