Song, song of the South Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind Ain't nobody lookin' back again Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch We all picked cotton but we never got rich Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat They oughta get a rich man to vote like that...... (singin') Song, song of the South Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind Ain't nobody lookin' back again Ponte: Well, somebody told us that Wall Street fell But we were so poor that we couldn't tell Cotton was short and the weeds were tall But Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all Well, momma got sick and daddy got down The county got the farm and we moved to town Papa got a job with the TVA He bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet Song, song of the South Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Gone, gone with the wind Ain't nobody lookin' back again