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
Said they oughta kill a rich man
To vote like that
Sing a song, song of the South
Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain't nobody looking back again
Well, I was eighteen
Before I ate my fill
We lived on the garden
And the cow's good will
Winter was wet
And the summer was dry
And mama was old
At thirty-five
Somebody told us
Wall Street fell
So damn poor
We couldn't even tell
Cotton was short
And the weeds were tall
Mr. Roosevelt's gonna
Save us all
Sing a song, song of the South
Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain't nobody looking back again
Mama got sick
And daddy got down
County got the farm
And they moved to town
Daddy took a job
With the TVA
Bought a washing machine
And a Chevrolet
Singing song, song of the South
Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain't nobody looking back again
Singing song, song of the South
Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain't nobody looking back again
Song, song of the South
Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
Ain't nobody looking back again