Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone by the wind
There ain't nobody looking back againCotton 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 ought to get a rich man to vote like thatSing itSong, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone by the wind
There ain't nobody looking back againWell 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 allWell momma got sick and daddy got down
The county got the farm and they moved to town
Papa got a job with the TVA
He bought a washing machine and then a ChevroletSing itSong, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone by the wind
There ain't nobody looking back againPlay itSing itSong, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone by the wind
There ain't nobody looking back againSong, song of the south
Gone, gone with the windSong, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouthSing itSong, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone by the wind
Ain't nobody looking back againSong, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone by the wind
Ain't nobody looking back againSong, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth