Song, Song of the south Sweet potato pie, and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind There aint no body looking back again
Cotton on roadside, cotton on the ditch We all picked the cotton but we never got rich Daddy was a veteren, a southern democrat They oughta get 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 aint no body looking back again
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 TVA We bought a washing machine, and then a Chevrolet
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