Last Child (Live Acoustic 1990) - Aerosmith

I'm dreaming tonight

I'm leaving back home

Right

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

Got to 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

A J Paul Getty and his ear

With her face and a beer

Oh yeah you sing it

Come on baby

Get out in the field put the mule in the stable

Ma she's a cookin' put the eats on the table

Yeah

Hate's in the city and my love's in the middle

Hands on the plow and my feets in the ghetto

And f**king in your bag

Stand up sit down don't do nothing

Ain't no good when boss man's

Stuffin' it down their throats

With paper notes

As babies cry

While cities lie at their feet

When you broken you wit

Aehh sweet

Home

Yayayayayayayyayayayow

Mama take me home sweet home

I was a last child

Just a punk in the street

I was a last child

Just a punk in the street

I was a last child

Just a punk in the street

I was a last child

Just a punk in the street

Hop hop