Song of the South

by Alabama, 1989

Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking 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 oughta get a rich man to vote like that

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Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking 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 momma got sick and daddy got down The county got the farm and they moved to town Pappa got a job with the TBA He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet

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Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again

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Sing it...

Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again

Song, song of the south...

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 There ain't nobody looking back again

Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There ain't nobody looking back again