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last child |
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I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home |
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Right! |
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Yeah...yeah |
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Take me back to a south Tallahassee |
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Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy |
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Can't stand up on my feet in the city |
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Got to get back to the real nitty gritty |
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Yes sir, No sir |
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Don't come close to my |
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Home sweet home |
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Can't catch no dose |
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of my hot tail poon-tang sweatheart |
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sweathog ready to make a silk purse |
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from a J Paul Getty and his ear |
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with a face in a beer |
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Home Sweet Home |
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Get out in the field, |
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Put the mule in the stable |
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Ma, she's A cookin' |
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Put the eats on the table |
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Hate's in the City and My love's in the meadow |
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Hand's on the plow and my feets in the ghetto |
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Stand up, sit down |
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Don't do nothin' |
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Ain't no good when boss man's stuffin' |
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Down their throats with paper notes |
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as babies cry |
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When you're rockin' the street |
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Home Sweet Home |
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Mamma take me home sweet home |
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I was the last Child, just a punk in the street. |
