Be my sweet potato
Be my honey lamb
dance around the campfire
hang around a while
Well, I been caught stealin'
someone else's vibe,
everybody loves or hates us,
but we're still alive
CHORUS:
Well wake up in the morning
cup of coffee, grab your bags
jump into the caddie
'cause this tourin' ain't a drag.
They say overrated, educated
I suppose a little jaded.
When I get off this
I think I'm gonna have to be sedated.
So be my sweet potato,
I'll be your honey lamb,
give me some black tupelo,
I been caught again. Shit!
I went to New York City,
but then I come right back,
everyone was cool there,
I couldn't get no slack
You seen me in the papers,
You seen me in the Voice,
I think I'd stay in Dixie,
if I had the choice.