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

Singing:
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

(Bobby Bare's lyrics:
Well, I was eighteen 'fore I ate my fill
We lived on the garden and the cow's good will
Winter was wet and the summer was dry
Momma was old at thirty-five)

Well somebody told us Wall Street fell
But we were so poor that we couldn't tell
The 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 we moved to town
Poppa got a job with the TVA
We bought a washing machine, and then a Chevrolet

Singing: 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

Play it

Singing: 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

Song, song of the south
Gone, gone with the wind

Singing: 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