Song of the South

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 only get a rich man to vote like that singin'

song, song of the south

sweet potato pie and I'll shut my mouth

gone, gone with the wind

aint nobody lookin' back again

i was 18 before i ate my bill

we lived on the garden and the cow's good will

winter was wet, summer was dry

and momma she was old at 35

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well somebody told us that wall street fell

so damn poor we couldnt even tell

cotton was short and the weeds were tall

but Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all

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well mama got sick and daddy got down

the county got the farm and we moved to town

daddy took a job with the TVA

we bought a washing machine and a new chevrolet

singin'

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