Текст песни Aerosmith - Last Child
Aerosmith - Last Child слова песни
Take me back to a south TallahasseeDown cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassyCan`t stand up on my feet in the cityGot to get back to the real nitty grittyYes sir, No sirDon`t come close to myHome sweet homeCan`t catch no doseof my hot tail poon-tang sweatheartsweathog ready to make a silk pursefrom a J Paul Getty and his earwith a face in a beerHome Sweet HomeGet out in the field,Put the mule in the stableMa, she`s A cookin`Put the eats on the tableHate`s in the City and My love`s in the meadowHand`s on the plow and my feets in the ghettoStand up, sit downDon`t do nothin`Ain`t no good when boss man`s stuffin`Down their throats with paper notesas babies cryWhen you`re rockin` the streetHome Sweet HomeMamma take me home sweet homeI was the last Child, just a punk in the street