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