sweet potato pie

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