Songs of the South

 
              
    G     D
    Song, song of the South,
    C
    Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth.
    G     D
    Gone, gone with the wind,
    C
    Ain't nobody lookin' back again.
    G                       D
    Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch,
       C
    we all picked cotton but we never got rich.
    G                  D
    Daddy was a vetern southern democrat,
    C
    they oughta get a rich man to vote like that.......(singin')
    (Chorus)
         G                     D
    Well somebody told us that Wall Street fell,
        C
    but we were so poor that we couldn't tell.
    G                        D
    Cotton was short and the weeds were tall,
            C
    but Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all.
    (Chorus)
         G                  D
    Well momma got sick and daddy got down,
        C
    the county got the farm and we moved to town.
    G                       D
    Papa got a job with the TVA,
                C
    he bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet.