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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.
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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.
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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.