Текст песни Aerosmith - Last Child
Aerosmith - Last Child слова песни
(Steven Tyler, Brad Whitford)
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 poon-tang sweatheart
sweathog ready to make a silk purse
from a J Paul Getty and his ear
with a face in a 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
Hand`s on the plow and my feets in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down
Don`t do nothin`
Ain`t no good when boss man`s stuffin`
Down their throats with paper notes
as babies cry
When you`re rockin` the street
Home Sweet Home
Mamma take me home sweet home
I was the last Child, just a punk in the street.