Song | Song Of The South |
Artist | Alabama |
Album | Livin' Lovin' Rockin' Rollin': The 25th Anniversary Collection |
Lyrics:Bob Mcdill Music:Bob Mcdill | |
Chorus | |
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. | |
Sing it... | |
Chorus | |
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 TVA | |
He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet. | |
Sing it... | |
Chorus | |
Play it... | |
Sing it... | |
Chorus | |
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... | |
Chorus 2X |
Lyrics: Bob Mcdill Music: Bob Mcdill | |
Chorus | |
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. | |
Sing it... | |
Chorus | |
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 TVA | |
He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet. | |
Sing it... | |
Chorus | |
Play it... | |
Sing it... | |
Chorus | |
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... | |
Chorus 2X |