Song of the South

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I 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 the cotton, but we never got rich

Daddy was a veteran, a Southern Democrat

They ought to get a rich man to vote like that

Sing it

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

There ain't nobody lookin' back again

Well, 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 a-gonna save us all

Well, Mama got sick and Daddy got down

The county got the farm and we moved to town

Papa got a job with the TVA

He bought a washin' machine and then a Chevrolet

Sing it

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

There ain't nobody lookin' back again

Play it

Sing it

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

(Gone) gone, gone with the wind

There ain't nobody lookin' back again

Song, song of the south

(Gone) gone, gone with the wind

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Sing it

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

Ain't nobody lookin' back again

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

Ain't nobody lookin' back again

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth