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C#m I'm dF#reaming tonight, I'm lD#iving back hD#7ome, D#7 E7 F7 rD#7ight, yeah, yeah TD#7ake me back to a south Tallahassee, dD#7own cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy CD#7an't stand up on my feet in the city, gD#7otta get back to the real nitty gritty
A#Yes sir, no sir, don't come close to my hoA#me sweet home can't catch no dose of my HA#ot tail poon tang sweetheart sweathog ready to mA#ake a silk purse from a J Paul Getty and His D#7ear, with her face in her beer, hC#ome swG#eet hD#7ome
Get D#7out in the field, put the mule in the stable,D#7 ma she's a cookin', put the eats on the table HD#7ate's in the city, and my love's in the meadow, hD#7ands on the plow, and my feets in the ghetto SA#tand up, sit down, don't do nothing, it A#ain't no good when boss man's stuffin' DA#own their throats for paper notes, and their bA#abies cry while cities lie at their fD#7eet When you're rockin' the street, hC#ome swG#eet hD#7ome
Solo: D#7 C# G# D#7 C# G# D#7
D#7Mama, take me home sweet home, I was the last child, I'm just a punk in the street I was the D#7last child, I'm just a punk in the street (repeat)