Intro:
D A7 G D D A7 G D
Chorus
D A7
Song, song of the south
G D
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
D A7
Gone, gone with the wind
G D
There ain't nobody looking back again
D A7
Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch
G D
We all picked cotton but we never got rich
D A7
Daddy was a veteran, a Southern Democrat he said
G D
They oughta get the rich men to vote like that
Chorus
D A7
Song, song of the south
G D
Sweet potato pie and I hush my mouth
D A7
Gone, gone with the wind
G D
There ain't nobody looking back again
D A7
When I was eighteen well I ate my fill
G D
We lived on the garden and the cow’s good will.
D A7
Summers were hot and winters were dry and
G D
Momma was old at thirty-five.
Chorus
D A7
Song, song of the south
G D
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
D A7
Gone, gone with the wind
G D
There ain't nobody looking back again
D A7
Well somebody told us that Wall Street had fell
G D
We were so damned poor that we couldn't even tell
D A7
Cotton was short and the weeds was tall
G D
Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all
Chorus
D A7
You sing a song, song of the south
G D
Sweet potato pie and I hush my mouth
D A7
I’m gone, now, gone with the wind
G D
There ain't nobody looking back again
D A7
Well momma got sick and daddy got down
G D
The county took the farm and we moved to town
D A7
Daddy got a job with the TVA
G D
We bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet
Chorus
D A7
Song, song of the south
G D
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth
D A7
Gone, gone with the wind
G D
There ain't nobody looking back again