like a chepsee i'll tell only you how i feel but i´ve been dreaming
floting down the streamer mosse & touch with all this
real
but all whole lover keeping all the honor never know where
you've been and you've been fading always operating keep in touch with
mama' kid
Right!
Take me back to a south Tallahasse Down cross
the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy I said 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
I said get out in the field Put the mule in the stable I see
Ma' she's a cookin' Put the eats on the table You know hate's in the
city And my love's in the meadow Hands on the plow And my feet in the
ghetto
Stand up, sit down Don't do nothing It ain't no good when
the bossman 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 Mama,
take me home sweet home Mama, take me home sweet home Mama, take me home
sweet home
I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I
was the last child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last
child I'm just a punk in the street I was the last child I'm just a
punk in the street
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