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