Song of the South

Cotton 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 only get a rich man to vote like that singin'
 song, song of the south
 sweet potato pie and I'll shut my mouth
 gone, gone with the wind
 aint nobody lookin' back again
 i was 18 before i ate my bill
 we lived on the garden and the cow's good will
 winter was wet, summer was dry
 and momma she was old at 35
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 well somebody told us that wall street fell
 so damn poor we couldnt even tell
 cotton was short and the weeds were tall
 but Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all
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 well mama got sick and daddy got down
 the county got the farm and we moved to town
 daddy took a job with the TVA
 we bought a washing machine and a new chevrolet
 singin'
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