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(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... |