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Now it was a hot sticky morning |
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'Round the Fourth of July |
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The breeze was standing still |
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I'm hanging out by myself |
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And I'm having a good time |
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With the folk inside my head |
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And you know, Lord, |
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how you did a lovely thing |
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See, times my head is lighter |
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than it's ever been |
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And anyone who's ever had |
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sweet potato pie |
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Don't want pumpkin again, |
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no, they don't want |
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'Cause it don't taste right, no |
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Look-a-here city boy with your |
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silks and braided hair |
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Don't you let nobody fool you |
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with no imitation nothing |
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Tell 'em, say, unh, unh, buddy, |
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I been there |
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Listen mama, when you |
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finally walk on in |
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Don't forget to bring along |
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your sweet potato tin |
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'Cause when you serve him |
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a slice of your sweet potato |
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Sin, girl, he won't want pumpkin again, |
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no, he won't want |
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Now I took a trip down to Sissy's |
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She's a friend of mine |
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She smiled and asked me in |
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Well, she drew a box and a big, |
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fancy question mark |
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Said, "Brother, which one is you in?" |
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I told her, "Sister, don't worry |
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'bout the mule going blind |
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You just sit in the wagon and |
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hold on to the line |
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'Cause anyone who's ever had |
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sweet potato pie |
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Don't want pumpkin again, |
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really don't want" |
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Now I saw the gates |
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gold and pearl |
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And I sat right down |
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in a dream of you, old friend |
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I'm thinking some milk and |
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honey and a pot of stew |
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Might fill that gap again |
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You know, I'm a thankful |
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witness to the things I've seen |
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And times my head is lighter |
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than it's ever been |
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And anyone who's ever had |
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sweet potato pie |
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Really don't want pumpkin again, |
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no they won't want |
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Would you give me some |
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sweet potato y'all |