Song Of The South Lyrics - At The Ryman - Alabama

Song, song of the south 

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth 

Gone, gone by the wind 

There ain't 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 ought to get a rich man to vote like that 

Sing it 

Song, song of the south 

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth 

Gone, gone by the wind 

There ain't nobody looking back again 

Well somebody told us Wall Street fell 

But we were so poor that we couldn't tell 

Cotton was short and the weeds were tall 

But Mr. Roosevelt's a gonna save us all 

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Well momma got sick and daddy got down 

The county got the farm and they moved to town 

Papa got a job with the TVA 

He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet 

Sing it 

Song, song of the south 

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth 

Gone, gone by the wind 

There ain't nobody looking back again 

Play it 

Sing it 

Song, song of the south 

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth 

Gone, gone by the wind 

There ain't nobody looking back again 

Song, song of the south 

Gone, gone with the wind 

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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 

Song, song of the south 

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth 

Gone, gone by the wind 

Ain't nobody looking back again 

Song, song of the south 

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth 

Gone, gone by the wind 

Ain't nobody looking back again 

Song, song of the south 

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth