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...)