Now it was a hot sticky morning
Round the Fourth of July
The breeze was standing still
Im hanging out by myself
And Im 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 its ever been
And anyone whos ever had
sweet potato pie
Dont want pumpkin again,
no, they dont want

Cause it dont taste right, no
Look-a-here city boy with your
silks and braided hair
Dont 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
Dont forget to bring along
your sweet potato tin
Cause when you serve him
a slice of your sweet potato

Sin, girl, he wont want pumpkin again,
no, he wont want
Now I took a trip down to Sissys
Shes a friend of mine
She smiled and asked me in
Well, she drew a box and a big,
fancy question mark
Said, Brother, which one is you in?
I told her, Sister, dont worry
bout the mule going blind
You just sit in the wagon and
hold on to the line
Cause anyone whos ever had
sweet potato pie
Dont want pumpkin again,
really dont want

Now I saw the gates
gold and pearl
And I sat right down
in a dream of you, old friend
Im thinking some milk and
honey and a pot of stew
Might fill that gap again
You know, Im a thankful
witness to the things Ive seen

And times my head is lighter
than its ever been
And anyone whos ever had
sweet potato pie
Really dont want pumpkin again,
no they wont want

Would you give me some
sweet potato yall