Song, Song of the south

Sweet potato pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

There aint no body looking back again

Cotton on roadside, cotton on the ditch

We all picked the cotton

but we never got rich

Daddy was a veteren, a southern democrat

They oughta get rich man

to vote like that singing

Song song of the south

Sweet potato pie, and i shut my mouth

Gone gone with the wind

There aint no body looking back again

Well somebody told us wall street fell

But we were so poor that we couldnt tell

The cotton was short,

and the weeds was' tall

But Mr. Roosevelt's a' gonna save us all

Well momma got sick, and daddy got down

The county got the farm,

and we moved to town

Poppa got a job with the TVA

We bought a washing machine,

and then a Chevrolet

Song song of the south

Sweet potatoe pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

There ain't nobody looking back again