(Chorus)

Song, song of the south,

sweet potato pie and shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind,

there ain't nobody lookin' back again.



Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch

We all picked cotton but we never got rich

Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat

They oughta get a rich man to vote like that.



Singin' song, song of the south,

sweet potato pie and shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind,

there ain't nobody lookin' back again.



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' gonna save us all.



Song, song of the south,

sweet potato pie and shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind,

there ain't nobody lookin' back again.



Mama got sick and daddy got down

The county got the farm and they moved to town

Papa got a job with the T.V.A,

He bought a washing machine and a Chevrolet.



Song, song of the south,

sweet potato pie and shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind,

there ain't nobody lookin' back again.