Song of the South

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 only get a rich man to vote like that singin' Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I'll shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind Aint nobody lookin' back again I was 18 before i ate my bill We lived on the garden and the cow's good will Winter was wet, summer was dry And momma she was old at 35 () Well somebody told us that wall street fell So damn poor we couldnt even tell Cotton was short and the weeds were tall But Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all () Well mama got sick and daddy got down The county got the farm and we moved to town Daddy took a job with the TVA We bought a washing machine and a new chevrolet Singin' ()