[00:00.00] 作词 : Steven Tyler/Brad Whitford
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Steven Tyler/Brad Whitford
[00:02.91]last child
[00:03.92]
[00:06.83]I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home
[00:21.06]Right!
[00:27.45]Yeah...yeah
[00:28.12]
[00:32.92]Take me back to a south Tallahassee
[00:38.73]Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
[00:44.44]Can't stand up on my feet in the city
[00:50.23]Got to get back to the real nitty gritty
[00:56.05]Yes sir, No sir
[00:57.41]Don't come close to my
[00:58.90]Home sweet home
[01:00.06]Can't catch no dose
[01:01.58]of my hot tail poon-tang sweatheart
[01:03.88]sweathog ready to make a silk purse
[01:06.11]from a J Paul Getty and his ear
[01:09.47]with a face in a beer
[01:13.38]Home Sweet Home
[01:24.66]Get out in the field,
[01:26.22]Put the mule in the stable
[01:30.49]Ma, she's A cookin'
[01:31.66]Put the eats on the table
[01:36.16]Hate's in the City and My love's in the meadow
[01:41.93]Hand's on the plow and my feets in the ghetto
[01:47.71]Stand up, sit down
[01:49.05]Don't do nothin'
[01:50.06]Ain't no good when boss man's stuffin'
[01:53.26]Down their throats with paper notes
[01:55.86]as babies cry
[02:00.79]When you're rockin' the street
[02:04.91]Home Sweet Home
[02:50.28]Mamma take me home sweet home
[02:55.60]I was the last Child, just a punk in the street.

作词 : Steven Tyler/Brad Whitford
作曲 : Steven Tyler/Brad Whitford
last child
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
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.