Verse
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Be my sweet potato.
A
Be my honey lamb.
E
Dance around the campfire,
A
Hang around a while.
Verse II.
A
Well, I been caught steelin',
A
Someone else's vibe.
E
Everybody loves or hates us,
A
But we're still alive.
Chorus...
E
Well we wake up in the morning,
E
Cup of coffee, grab your bags.
A
Jump into the Caddie,
A
'cause this tourin' ain't a drag.
E
They were overrated, educated,
E
I suppose a little jaded.
A
When I get off this,
A
I think I'm gonna have to be sedated...
A
So be my sweet potato,
A
I'll be your honey lamb.
E
Give me some black tupelo,
A
I been caught again. Shit!
Verse III.
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Went to New York City,
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But I came right back.
E
Everyone was cool there,
A
I couldn't get no slack.
Verse IV.
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You see me in the papers,
A
You seen me in the voice,
E
I think I'd stay in Dixie,
A
If I had the choice.
(repeat chorus...)