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I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back homeRight!Take me back to a south TallahasseDown cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassyCan´t stand up on my feet in the cityGotta get back to the real nitty grittyYes sir, no sirDon't come close to myHome sweet homeCan't catch no doseOf my hot tail poon tang sweetheartSweathog ready to make a silk purseFrom a J Paul Getty and his earWith her face in her beerHome sweet homeGet out in the fieldPut the mule in the stableMa' she's a cookin'Put the eats on the tableHate's in the cityAnd my love's in the meadowHands on the plowAnd my feet in the ghettoStand up, sit downDon't do nothingIt ain't no good when the bossmanStuffin' down their throatsFor paper notesAnd their babies cryWhile cities lie at their feetWhen you're rockin' the streetHome sweet homeMama, take me home sweet homeI was the last childI'm just a punk in the street
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