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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
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
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 TVA
He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet
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