Текст песни Last Child, Aerosmith
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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 sweatheart sweathog ready to make a silk purse from a J Paul Getty and his ear with a face in a 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 Hand s on the plow and my feets in the ghetto Stand up, sit down Don t do nothin Ain t no good when boss man s stuffin Down their throats with paper notes as babies cry When you re rockin the street Home Sweet Home Mamma take me home sweet home I was the last Child, just a punk in the street. |