Alabama - Song Of The South Lyrics
Written by bob mcdillChorusSong, song of the south.Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.Gone, gone with the wind.There aint 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...ChorusWell somebody told us wall street fellBut we were so poor that we couldnt tell.Cotton was short and the weeds were tallBut mr. roosevelts 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 tvaHe bought a washing machine and then a chevrolet.Sing it...ChorusPlay it...Sing it...ChorusSong, 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