That's What I Like 'bout The South Lyrics - Asleep At The Wheel

Let's go down to Alabama 

Let's go see my dear old mama 

Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy 

That's what I like 'bout the South 

She's got baked ribs and candied yams 

Sugar-cured Virginia hams 

Basement full of those berry jams 

And that's what I like about the South 

Ham hocks and turnip greens 

Hog jolls and butter beans 

Mardi Gras down in New Orleans 

That's what I like 'bout the South 

Down where the trees grow tall 

Where everybody says y'all 

Walk on in with that Southern drawl 

And that's what I like about the South 

Here comes old Parson with all the news 

Box back coat and button shoes 

All paid up with his union dues 

That's what I like 'bout the South 

Did I tell you about the place called Doo-wah-diddy? 

But it ain't no town and it ain't no city 

It's awful small but it's mighty pretty 

Doo-wah-diddy 

Well, I'm not here to criticize 

I'm not here to sympathize 

But don't tell me them no good lies 

'Cause a lyin' gal like you can devise 

Every time I pass your door 

You act like you don't want me no more 

You just raise your head and sigh 

Well I'm gonna trackin' right on by 

That's what I like 'bout the South