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 ready to make a silk purse
From a J Paul Getty and 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
[Repeat]