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...)