That’s What I Like ’Bout The South

Lyrics

Let's go down to Alabama Let's go see my dear old mama Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy That's what I like 'bout the South She's got baked ribs and candied yams Sugar-cured Virginia hams Basement full of those berry jams And that's what I like about the South Ham hocks and turnip greens Hog jolls and butter beans Mardi Gras down in New Orleans That's what I like 'bout the South Down where the trees grow tall Where everybody says y'all Walk on in with that Southern drawl And that's what I like about the South Here comes old Parson with all the news Box back coat and button shoes All paid up with his union dues That's what I like 'bout the South Did I tell you about the place called Doo-wah-diddy? But it ain't no town and it ain't no city It's awful small but it's mighty pretty Doo-wah-diddy Well, I'm not here to criticize I'm not here to sympathize But don't tell me them no good lies 'Cause a lyin' gal like you can devise Every time I pass your door You act like you don't want me no more You just raise your head and sigh Well I'm gonna trackin' right on by That's what I like 'bout the South