(Tyler/Perry)
I'm dreaming tonight
I'm leaving back home
Right
TAKE ME BACK TO A SOUTH TALLAHASSEE
DOWN ACROSS THE RIVER 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
CATCH NO DOSE
OF MY HOT TAIL POONTANG SWEATHEART
SWEAT IF IT MAKE A SILK PURSE
FROM A J. PAUL GEDDY’S EAR
WITH A FACE IN A BEER
Sing it
home sweet home
GET OUT IN THE FIELD PUT THE MULE IN THE STABLE
MA SHE'S A COOKIN' GOT THE EATS ON THE TABLE
HATE'S IN THE CITY AND MY LOVE'S IN THE MEADOW
FAG'S ON THE PLOW BUT MY HEAD'S IN THE GHETTO
YES SIR NO SIR DON'T DO NOTHIN'
IT AIN'T NO GOOD BOSS MAN'S STUFFIN' IT
DOWN THEIR THROATS AND PAPER NOTES
AND IF BABIES CRY WHILE CITIES LIE AT YOUR FEET
WHEN YOU'RE DRUGGIN' YOUR BEAT
Sing it
home sweet home
MAMMA TAKE ME HOME SWEET HOME
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
JUST A PUNK IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
JUST A PUNK IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
JUST A PUNK IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST CHILD
JUST A PUNK IN THE STREET
I WAS THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST
THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST
THE LAST THE LAST THE LAST