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      Would you give me some   sweet potato y'all