Chorus :
C G
Song, song of the South,
F
Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth.
C G
Gone, gone with the wind,
F
Ain't nobody lookin' back again.
C G
Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch,
F
we all picked cotton but we never got rich.
C G
Daddy was a vetern southern democrat,
F
they oughta get a rich man to vote like that.......-singin'-
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C G
Well somebody told us that Wall Street fell,
F
but we were so poor that we couldn't tell.
C G
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall,
F
but Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all.
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C G
Well momma got sick and daddy got down,
F
the county got the farm and we moved to town.
C G
Papa got a job with the TVA,
F
he bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet.
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