(Chorus)
Song, song of the south,
sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind,
there ain't nobody lookin' back again.
Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch
We all picked cotton but we never got rich
Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that.
Singin' song, song of the south,
sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind,
there ain't nobody lookin' back again.
Somebody told us Wall Street fell
But we were so poor that we couldn't tell
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
But 'Mr. Roosevelt's' gonna save us all.
Song, song of the south,
sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind,
there ain't nobody lookin' back again.
Mama got sick and daddy got down
The county got the farm and they moved to town
Papa got a job with the T.V.A,
He bought a washing machine and a Chevrolet.
Song, song of the south,
sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind,
there ain't nobody lookin' back again.
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