A E
Song, song of the South
D
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
A E
Gone, gone with the wind
D
Ain't nobody lookin' back again
A E
Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch
D
We all picked cotton but we never got rich
A E
Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat
D
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that...... (singin')
A E
Song, song of the South
D
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
A E
Gone, gone with the wind
D
Ain't nobody lookin' back again
Ponte:
A E
Well, somebody told us that Wall Street fell
D
But we were so poor that we couldn't tell
A E
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
D
But Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all
A E
Well, momma got sick and daddy got down
D
The county got the farm and we moved to town
A E
Papa got a job with the TVA
D
He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet
A E
Song, song of the South
D
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
A E
Gone, gone with the wind
D
Ain't nobody lookin' back again