Karaoké Last Child Aerosmith

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 to make silk purse from a J. Paul Getty 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

I was the last child

I'm just a punk in the street

I was the last child

I'm just a punk in the street

I was the last child

I'm just a punk in the street