Song of the South

(Bob McDill)



Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

There ain't no body lookin' back again.



Cotton on roadside, cotton in the ditch

We all picked the cotton but we never got rich

Daddy was a veteren, a southern democrat

They oughta get a 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 ain't no body looking back again.



--- Instrumental ---



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 T.V.A.

We bought a washing machine, and then a Chevrolet.



Singing: Song, song of the south

Sweet potatoe pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

There aint nobody looking back again.



Singing:



Singing: Song, song of the south

Sweet potatoe pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

There aint nobody looking back again.



Song, song of the south.



Gone, gone with the wind.



Song, song of the south

Sweet potatoe pie, and I shut my mouth

Song, song of the south

Sweet potatoe pie, and I shut my mouth.



Singing: Song, song of the south

Sweet potatoe pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

There aint nobody looking back again.



Song, song of the south

Sweet potatoe pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

There aint nobody looking back again.



Song, song of the south

Sweet potatoe pie, and I shut my mouth...