I'M DREAMING TONIGHT
I'M LIVING BACK HOME
RIGHT
YEA Y-Y-YEAH
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 P#######
SWEETHEART SWEAT
WHO COULD MAKE
SILK PURSE FROM-A
J. PAUL GET AND HIS EAR
WITH HER FACE
IN HER 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 FEET'S
IN THE GHETTO
STAND UP SIT DOWN
DON'T DO NOTHIN'
IT AIN'T NO GOOD
WHEN BOSSMAN'S
STUFFIN' IT
DOWN THEIR THROATS
FOR PAPER NOTES
AND THEIR BABIES CRY
WHILE CITIES
LIE AT THEIR FEET
WHEN YOU'RE ROCKIN'
THE STREET
HOME
SWEET
HOME
MAMA TAKE ME
HOME SWEET HOME
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
I'M JUST A PUNK
IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
I'M JUST A PUNK
IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
I'M JUST A PUNK
IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
I'M JUST A PUNK
IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
I'M JUST A PUNK
IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
I'M JUST A PUNK
IN THE STREET