Aerosmith - Last Child

Aerosmith - Last Child

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.

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.

Home sweet home.

Mama, take me home sweet home.

I was the last child.
I'm just a punk in the street.
[Repeat]