Song Of The South

D A Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch G A D We all picked cotton but we never got rich D A Daddy was a veteran, a Southern Democrat he said G A D They oughta get the rich men to vote like that D A Singing song, song of the south G A D Sweet potato pie and I hush my mouth D A Gone, gone with the wind G A D There ain't nobody looking back again D A When I was eighteen 'for I ate my fill G A D We lived on the garden and the cow’s good will. D A Winter was wet and Summer were dry and G A D Momma she was old at thirty-five. D A song, song of the south G A D Sweet potato pie and I hush my mouth D A Gone, gone with the wind G A D There ain't nobody looking back again D A Well somebody told us that Wall Street had fell G A D so damned poor that we couldn't even tell D A Cotton was short and the weeds was tall G A D Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all D A song, song of the south G A D Sweet potato pie and I hush my mouth D A Gone, gone with the wind G A D There ain't nobody looking back again D A Well momma got sick and daddy got down G A D The county took the farm and we moved to town D A Daddy got a job with the TVA G A D We bought a washing machine and then a new Chevrolet D A Singing song, song of the south G A D Sweet potato pie and I hush my mouth D A Gone, gone with the wind G A D There ain't nobody looking back again ************************************ | h Hammer-on | p Pull-off ************************************