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 Said they oughta kill a rich man to vote like that.
Sing a song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind Ain't nobody looking back again.
Well, I was eighteen afore I ate my fill We lied on the garden and the cow's good will Winter was wet and the summer was dry And mama she was old at thirty-five.
Somebody told us Wall Street fell So damn poor we couldn't even tell Cotton was short and the weeds were tall Mr. Roosevelt's gonna save us all.
Sing a song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind Ain't nobody looking back again.
Mama got sick and daddy got down County got the farm and they moved to town Daddy took a job with the TVA Bought a washin' machine and a Chevrolet.
Sing a song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind Ain't nobody looking back again.
Sing a song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind Ain't nobody looking back again.
Sing a song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind Ain't nobody looking back again...