Chorus
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 cotton but we never got rich
Daddy was a veteran, a Southern Democrat he said
They oughta get the rich men to vote like that
Chorus
Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I hush my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again
When I was eighteen well I ate my fill
We lived on the garden and the cow?s good will.
Summers were hot and winters were dry and
Momma was old at thirty-five.
Chorus
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 that Wall Street had fell
We were so damned poor that we couldn't even tell
Cotton was short and the weeds was tall
Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all
Chorus
You sing a song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I hush my mouth
I?m gone, now, gone with the wind
There ain't nobody looking back again
Well momma got sick and daddy got down
The county took the farm and we moved to town
Daddy got a job with the TVA
We bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet
Chorus
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