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

Said they oughta kill a rich man to vote like that

Sing a song, Song of the South

Sweet potato pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

Ain't nobody lookin' back again

Well, I was eighteen 'fore I ate my fill

We lived on the garden and the cow's good will

Winter was wet, and the summer was dry,

And Mama, she was old at thirty-five

Sing a song, Song of the South

Sweet potato pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

Ain't nobody lookin' back again

Well, somebody told us that Wall Street fell

So damn poor, we couldn't even tell

The cotton was short and the weeds were tall

And Mr. Roosevelt's gonna save us all

Sing a song, sing a song of the South

Sweet potato pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

Ain't nobody lookin' back again

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

Bought a washin' machine and a new Chevrolet

Sing a song, Song of the South

Sweet potato pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

Ain't nobody lookin' back again

Song, Song of the South

Sweet potato pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

Ain't nobody lookin' back again

Sing a song, Song of the South

Sweet potato pie, and I shut my mouth

Gone, gone with the wind

Ain't nobody lookin' back again