That's What I Like 'Bout The South

Let's go down to Alabama
 Let's go see my dear old mama
 Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
 That's what I like 'bout the South
 She's got baked ribs and candied yams
 Sugar-cured Virginia hams
 Basement full of those berry jams
 And that's what I like about the South
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 Ham hocks and turnip greens
 Hog jolls and butter beans
 Mardi Gras down in New Orleans
 That's what I like 'bout the South
 Down where the trees grow tall
 Where everybody says y'all
 Walk on in with that Southern drawl
 And that's what I like about the South
 Jazz
 Wah
 And what?
 Alabama
 Mississippi
 Tennessee
 Louisiana
 Texas
 Here comes old Parson with all the news
 Box back coat and button shoes
 All paid up with his union dues
 That's what I like 'bout the South
 Did I tell you about the place called "Doo-wah-diddy"?
 But it ain't no town, and it ain't no city
 It's awful small but it's mighty pretty
 Doo-wah-diddy
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 Well, I'm not here to criticize
 I'm not here to sympathize
 But don't tell me them no good lies
 'Cause a lyin' gal like you can devise
 Every time I pass your door
 You act like you don't want me no more
 You just raise your head and sigh
 Well, I'm gonna trackin' right on by
 On by
 Woo
 Ah
 Do you want s'more?
 Alright
 Yeah
 That's what I like about the South