Ooooh ooh... Im dreaming tonight Im living back home Right Yeah... yeah
Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Cant stand up on my feet in the city Gotta get back to the real nitty gritty
Yes sir no sir Dont come close to my Home sweet home Cant 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 shes a cookin Put the eats on the table Hates in the city And my loves in the meadow Hands on the plow And my feets in the ghetto
Stand up sit down Dont do nothin It aint no good when boss mans Stuffin down their throats For paper notes And their babies cry While cities lie at their feet When youre rockin the street