Written by: Brad Whitford, Steven Tallarico
Duration: 3:43
Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Last Child’ by Aerosmith. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Aerosmith or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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 feet’s in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down
Don’t do nothin’
Ain’t no good when bossman’s stuffin’ it
Down their throats with paper notes
And their babies cry while Cindys lie at my feet
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
I was the last child, just a punk in the street
I was the last child, just a punk in the street
I was the last child, just a punk in the street
I was the last child, just a punk in the street