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