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 with the wind
There ain't nobody
lookin' 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
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