Standard (EADGBE)

  Be my sweet potato.

  Be my honey lamb.

  Dance around the campfire,

  Hang around a while.

Verse II.

  Well, I been caught steelin',

  Someone else's vibe.

  Everybody loves or hates us,

  But we're still alive.

Chorus...

  Well we wake up in the morning,

  Cup of coffee, grab your bags.

  Jump into the Caddie,

  'cause this tourin' ain't a drag.

  They were 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!

Verse III.

  Went to New York City,

  But I came right back.

  Everyone was cool there,

  I couldn't get no slack.

Verse IV.

  You see me in the papers,

  You seen me in the voice,

  I think I'd stay in Dixie,

  If I had the choice.

(repeat chorus...)