(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 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 skilk purse From a j paul getty and his ear With her face in the 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 getto
Stand up, sit down Don�t do nothing Ain�t no good when boss man�s Stuffin� down their throats With paper notes As babies cry When you�re rockin� in the street