Song of the South Songtext
von Earl Scruggs & Tom T. Hall

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
Say they only get a rich man to vote like that

Sing a song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I′ll shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain't nobody lookin′ back again

I was 18 'fore I ate my bill
We lived on the garden and the cow's good will
Winter was a-wet, summer was dry
And momma, she was old at 35

Sing a song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I′ll shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain′t nobody lookin' back again


Well, somebody told us that Wall Street fell
So damn poor, we couldn′t even tell
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all

Sing a song, sing a song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I'll shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain′t nobody lookin' back again

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

Sing a song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I′ll shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain't nobody lookin' back again

Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I′ll shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain′t nobody lookin' back again


Sing a song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I′ll shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain't nobody lookin′ back again

Sing a song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I'll shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind