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