Last Child (Live) Lyrics

I'm leaving tonight
I'm leaving, I'm gone
Right
Take me back to South Tallahassee
Down 'cross the river to the sweet sassafras tree
I can't stand up on my feet in the city
Got to get back to the real nitty gritty
Yes, I know South don't come close to no
Home sweet home, catch no ghost in no
Hotel room, taxi hot spot
You can make a silk purse, check for your fantasy
When you're facing the beat
Can you sing it?
I can't think of puttin' the mule in the stable
My shit's cookin' and the eat's on the table
I'm in the city and my love's in the ghetto
I'm a drunk clown and my junk is in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down, don't do nothin'
It ain't no good, boss man's stompin'
It's down that crosswalk, paper nosin'
And babies cryin', we're sittin' here cryin' the beat
When you're pullin' your feet
Sing it
Mama, take me home, sweet home
(All the night, child)
Catch the funk in the street
(All the night, child)
Catch the funk in the street
(All the night, child)
Catch the funk in the street
(All the night, child)
Catch the funk in the street
Yeah