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, which one is you in?" I told her, "Sister, don´t worry ´bout the mule going blind You just sit in the wagon and
hold on to the line ´Cause anyone who´s ever had sweet potato pie Don´t want pumpkin again, really don´t want"
Now I saw the gates gold and pearl And I sat right down in a dream of you, old friend I´m thinking some milk and honey and a pot of stew Might fill that gap again You know, I´m a thankful witness to the things I´ve seen
And times my head is lighter than it´s ever been
And anyone who´s ever had sweet potato pie Really don´t want pumpkin again, no they won´t want