WildRoot Farm

You know when I get worn down from travelin' so much

I just wanna get back South.. on that back porch with the Big ole oak tree Gumbo cookin on the stove...

Down at the WildRoot farm

 

Travel due south down the Dixie highway, a quarter of a mile east of Pelican Bay.

You’ll find the WildRoot Farm; come get it where the gettin’ is good.

No you won’t regret it.

 

Kick off your shoes time to let down your hair.

Rest your weary soul; take a breath of fresh air.

Down on the WildRoot Farm; come get it where the gettin’ is good.

 

Sing for me some more...

 

Hey there good lookin’, smell that gumbo cookin’ right now, don’t you wanna’ have some?

You know I DO... Give Me 2 bowls

With vine ripe tomatoes and Daddy’s sweet potatoes, our stew is second to none.

 

Piana’s taken’ five in his old easy chair.

Ain’t got no worries, no troubles no cares.

Down on the WildRoot Farm; get it where the gettin’ is good.

 

Alright professor, play us that sweet melody

 

Hey there good lookin’ smell that gumbo cookin’ right now, don’t you wanna’ have some?

With vine ripe tomatoes and Daddy’s sweet potatoes, our stew is second to none.

 

Travel due south down the Dixie highway, a quarter of a mile east of Pelican Bay.

You’ll find the WildRoot Farm; get it where the gettin’ is

WildRoot Farm, I know you won’t regret it

On the WildRoot Farm, come get it where the gettin’ is

Get it where the gettin’ is good.