now it was a hot sticky morning
'round the fourth of july
the breeze was standing still
i'm hanging out by myself
and i'm having a good time
with the folk inside my head
and you know
lord
how you did a lovely thing
see
times my head is lighter
than it's ever been
and anyone who's ever had
sweet potato pie
don't want pumpkin again
no
they don't want
'cause it don't taste right
no
look-a-here city boy with your
silks and braided hair
don't you let nobody fool you
with no imitation nothing
tell 'em
say
unh
unh
buddy
i been there
listen mama
when you
finally walk on in
don't forget to bring along
your sweet potato tin
'cause when you serve him
a slice of your sweet potato
sin
girl
he won't want pumpkin again
no
he won't want
now i took a trip down to sissy's
she's a friend of mine
she smiled and asked me in
well
she drew a box and a big
fancy question mark
said
brother