I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home
  Right!
  Yeah...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
  Gotta 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 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 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' 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
  [Repeat]