Song Of The South — текст песни (Alabama)

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Song, song of the south
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the wind
There ain`t nobody looking back again

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 oughta get a rich man to vote like that

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Well somebody told us Wall Street fell
But we were so poor that we couldn`t tell
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
But Mr. Roosevelt`s a gonna save us all

Well momma got sick and daddy got down
The county got the farm and they moved to town
Pappa got a job with the TBA
He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet

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Song, song of the south...

Gone, gone with the wind...

Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.

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