Last Child Lyrics I'm dreaming tonight I'm leaving 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 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 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 With paper notes And 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 Just a punk in the streets I was the last child Just a punk in the streets		Buy This CD Play Clip This track is also available on the following CDs. Live Bootleg * Greatest Hits Classics Live II * Pandora's Box A Little South Of Sanity * Oh Yeah Devil's Got A New Disguise * Alternate Version.