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

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.

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!

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David Faragher, David Lowry, John Hickman