Last Child
( Tyler / Whitford )
Mr Brad Whitford
What
I I'm sensin' you got somethin' up your sleeve
Budweiser bottle
Shit... what else you got goin' on
Oooh... I'm dreaming tonight... alright
I'm living back home
Right
Right
Take me back to a south Tallahassee
Down cross the river to my sweet sassafrassy
Can't stand up on my 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 my hot tail poon tang sweetheart
Sweathog ready to make a silk purse
From a J Paul Getty 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... ooh ooh
Ma she's a cookin'
Got the eats on the table... ooh ooh
Hate's in the city
But my love's in the meadow
Hands on the 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
Mama take me home sweet home
I was the last child
I'm just a punk in the street
(Repeat)
Mr Brad Whitford
