Alabama - Song Of The South lyrics

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Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with 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 oughta get a rich man to vote like that

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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

Well momma got sick and daddy got down

The county got the farm and they moved to town

Pappa got a job with the TBA

He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet

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Song, song of the south...

Gone, gone with the wind...

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...

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