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...)