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 Sweat hog 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 cooking 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 Stuffing down their throats With paper notes And babies cry While cities lie at their feet When you're rocking 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 Download MP3s       Play Clip Home This track is available on the following CDs. Rocks Live Bootleg Greatest Hits Classics Live II Pandora's Box A Little South Of Sanity Oh Yeah Devil's Got A New Disguise