Last Child
( Tyler / Whitford )



Been deamin' all night... I'm leaving back home
(Sounds like Steven either left the "R" out of dreamin'... or is saying "dealin' all night")

La Lord
Yeah... and it bites... bad... yeah

Take me back sweet south Tallahassee
Down cross the river to my sweet sassafrassee
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 a hot tail poontang sweetheart
Sweathog who can make silk purse from J. Paul Get-(ty)
And his ear
With her face her beer

Home sweet home... yeah

Get out in the field
Put the mule in the stable
Ma she's cookin'
Got the eats on the table
Hate's in the city
And my love's in the meadow
Feets on the plow
And my hands on the ghetto

Sit down stand up
Don't do nothing
It ain't no good when boss man's
Stuffin' down their throats
For paper notes
And their babies cry
        When cities lie at their feet         
A when he's walkin' the street

Home sweet home
Yak yak yak yak yao

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

I was the last child
Just a punk in the street

I was the last child
Just a punk in the street

Was the last last last last...




Last Child