Last Child
( Tyler / Whitford )




Oooo... I'm dreaming tonight... alright
I'm leaving back home
Right

Right
                     
Take me back to south Tallahassee
Down cross the river to my sweet sassafrassee
Can't stand up on feet in the city
Gotta get back to the real nitty gritty... ah ha... yeah

Yes sir no sir
Don't come close to my
Home sweet home
Catch no dose
Of no hot tail poontang sweetheart
Sweathog who can make a silk purse from J. Paul Get-(ty)
And his ear
When you're rockin' the beer

Home sweet home


Just ask Chapman


Get out in the field
Put the mule in the stable... eea ooh
Ma she's cookin'
Got the eats on table... eea ooh
Hate's in the city
But my love's in the meadow
Hands on plow
But my feets in the ghetto

Stand up sit down
Don't do nothing
It ain't no good 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
Oh yeah

Ooooaaaa

Mama take me home sweet home

I was the last child
Just a punk in the street
I was the last child
Just a punk in the street... yeah
I was the last child
Just a punk in the street
I was the last child
Just a punk in the street... huh hoowoa



Mr. Brad Whitford





Just ask Chapman Steven is talking about Mark David Chapman... the guy who shot John Lennon back in 1980 in New York City