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
Got to 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 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
Ain't no good when boss man's
Stuffin' it down their throats
With paper notes
As 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 a last child
Just a punk in the street
(repeat 3x)
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 Got to 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 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 Ain't no good when boss man's Stuffin' it down their throats With paper notes As 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 a last child Just a punk in the street (repeat 3x) Explain Request ×
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