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G-d-g |
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D-g |
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Be my sweet potato |
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Be my honey lamb |
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Dance around the campfire |
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Hang around a while |
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Well, i been caught stealin' |
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Someone else's vibe, |
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Everybody loves or hates us, |
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But we're still alive |
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Well wake up in the morning |
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Cup of coffee, grab your bags |
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Jump into the caddie |
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'cause this tourin' ain't a drag. |
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They say overrated, educated |
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I suppose a little jaded. |
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When i get off this |
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I think i'm gonna have to be sedated. |
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So be my sweet potato, |
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I'll be your honey lamb, |
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Give me some black tupelo, |
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I been caught again. shit! |
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I went to new york city, |
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But then i come right back, |
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Everyone was cool there, |
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I couldn't get no slack |
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You seen me in the papers, |
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You seen me in the voice, |
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I think i'd stay in dixie, |
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If i had the choice. |
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Chorus |
