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