| Song | Song of the South |
| Artist | Alabama |
| Album | The Farewell Tour [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bob Mcdill Music:Bob Mcdill | |
| Chorus | |
| Song, song of the south. | |
| Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. | |
| Gone, gone with the wind. | |
| There ain't nobody looking back again. | |
| 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 oughta get a rich man to vote like that. | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus | |
| Well somebody told us Wall Street fell | |
| But we were so poor that we couldn't tell. | |
| Cotton was short and the weeds were tall | |
| But Mr. Roosevelt's a gonna save us all. | |
| Well momma got sick and daddy got down. | |
| The county got the farm and they moved to town. | |
| Pappa got a job with the TVA | |
| He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet. | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus | |
| Play it... | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus | |
| Song, song of the south... | |
| Gone, gone with the wind... | |
| Song, song of the south. | |
| Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. | |
| Song, song of the south. | |
| Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus 2X |
| Lyrics: Bob Mcdill Music: Bob Mcdill | |
| Chorus | |
| Song, song of the south. | |
| Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. | |
| Gone, gone with the wind. | |
| There ain' t nobody looking back again. | |
| 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 oughta get a rich man to vote like that. | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus | |
| Well somebody told us Wall Street fell | |
| But we were so poor that we couldn' t tell. | |
| Cotton was short and the weeds were tall | |
| But Mr. Roosevelt' s a gonna save us all. | |
| Well momma got sick and daddy got down. | |
| The county got the farm and they moved to town. | |
| Pappa got a job with the TVA | |
| He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet. | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus | |
| Play it... | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus | |
| Song, song of the south... | |
| Gone, gone with the wind... | |
| Song, song of the south. | |
| Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. | |
| Song, song of the south. | |
| Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus 2X |
| Lyrics: Bob Mcdill Music: Bob Mcdill | |
| Chorus | |
| Song, song of the south. | |
| Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. | |
| Gone, gone with the wind. | |
| There ain' t nobody looking back again. | |
| 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 oughta get a rich man to vote like that. | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus | |
| Well somebody told us Wall Street fell | |
| But we were so poor that we couldn' t tell. | |
| Cotton was short and the weeds were tall | |
| But Mr. Roosevelt' s a gonna save us all. | |
| Well momma got sick and daddy got down. | |
| The county got the farm and they moved to town. | |
| Pappa got a job with the TVA | |
| He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet. | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus | |
| Play it... | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus | |
| Song, song of the south... | |
| Gone, gone with the wind... | |
| Song, song of the south. | |
| Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. | |
| Song, song of the south. | |
| Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. | |
| Sing it... | |
| Chorus 2X |