Verse
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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.
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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.
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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...)