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

Last Child

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