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