Source: http://www.sing365.com Last Child    ------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 closer My home sweet home can't catch no dose Of a hard tail poon tang sweetheart sweat Who could make silk purse from a J. Paul Get' and his ear With her 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 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' it down their throats, for paper notes And the babies cry while cities lie at their feet When you're rockin' the street Home sweet home (Guitar Solo) 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 I was a last child Just a punk in the street I was a last child Just a punk in the street