Last Child Lyrics - My Private Nation - Train

I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home 

Right! 

Yeah...yeah 

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 her face in her beer 

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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 

For paper notes 

And their babies cry 

While cities lie at their feet 

When you're rockin' the street 

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Home sweet home 

Mama, take me home sweet home 

I was the last child 

I'm just a punk in the street 

(Repeat)