G-D-G

D-G 



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 



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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. 



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