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Now some of y'all never been down South too much |
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I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this |
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So that you'll understand |
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What I'm talking about |
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Down there we have a plant that grows out |
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In the woods and the fields |
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Looks somethin' like a turnip green |
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Everybody calls it Polk salad, polk salad, huh |
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Used to know a girl that lived down there and |
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She'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it |
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Carry it home and cook it for supper |
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'Cause that's about all they had to eat |
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But they did all right |
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Down in Louisiana |
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Where the alligators grow so mean |
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There lived a girl that I swear to the world |
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Made the alligators look tame |
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Polk salad Annie, polk salad Annie |
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Everybody said it was a shame |
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'Cause her mama was working on a chain-gang |
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A mean business woman |
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Now, everyday 'fore supper time |
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She'd go down by the truck patch |
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And pick her a mess o' Polk salad |
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And carry it home in a tote sack |
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Polk salad Annie |
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The gators got you granny |
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(Chomp, chomp, chomp) |
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Everybody said it was a shame |
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Cause her mama was a-workin' on a chain gang |
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A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman |
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Lord have mercy, pick a mess of it |
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Her daddy was lazy and no count |
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Claimed he had a bad back |
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All her brothers were fit for |
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Was stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch |
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Polk salad Annie |
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The gators got your granny |
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(Woo hoo) |
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Everybody said it was a shame |
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'Cause her mama was a-working on a chain gang |
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Sock a little polk salad to me |
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Know I need a mess of it |
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Ooh, good God |
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Got to have me |