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