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'-

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     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.

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     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.

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