Live_LastChild



	Last Child ( Tyler / Whitford ) Been dealin' all night I'm living back home La Lord Yeah... and it bites... bad... yeah Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the river 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 her the beer Home sweet home... yeah Get out in the field Put the mule in the stable Ma she's a cookin' Got the eats on the table Hate's in the city And my love's in the meadow Feets on the plow And my hands on the ghetto Sit down stand up Don't do nothing It ain't no good when boss man's Stuffin' down their throats For paper notes And their babies cry When cities lie at their feet A when he's walkin' the street Home sweet home Yak yak yak yak yao Mama take me home sweet home I was the last child Just a punk in the street (Repeat)