That's What I Like 'Bout the South

Let's go back to Alabama Let's go see my dear old Mammy She's fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy Say that's what I like about the South (sing it out loud) There you won't no mistakey And your nerves are never shaky You should taste her layer, cakey Say that's what I like about the South (Look out town) (C'mon boys, let's all go back to Alabama, yeah) She's got baked ribs and candied yams (yeah) Sugar-cured Virginia hams (oh boy) Basement full of those berry jams And that's what I like about the South (ah-ha) Corn bread and turnip greens (did you say turnip greens?) Ham hogs and butterbeans (Lordy Lord) Mardi Gras down in New Orleans Say that's what I like about the South Way down where the cane grows tall Down where they say, "You all" Walk on in with that Southern drawl (yeah) 'Cause that's what I like about the South (ah-ha) There's a place down there called "Doo Wah, Diddy" (never heard of it) It ain't no town, it ain't no city (help me boy) Me oh my it sure is pretty That's Doo Wah, Diddy Every time I pass your door You act like you don't want me no more Why don't you shake your head and sigh I'll go truckin' right on by I aint here to sympathize (no) And I'm not here to criticize (well) Don't tell me them no-good lies (Why?) 'Cause lyin' gal I do despise That is what I like about the South