Sweet Potato Pie - Al Jarreau

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