Chorus: 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. -Chorus-
