(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...