verse i She was a hot-shit singer in a low-rent dive ) Lookin' like she wanna eat a man alive Legs get to kickin' in a worn-out shoe Kemba's got the cabbage moth blues Laundry in Los Angeles and old St. Lou(is) ) Left Carolina with a load or two Down in Kentucky got them hanging on the line Mama was dressed so fine Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow Tell California everything you know Tell New York, tell Tennessee, come to Carolina your drink's on me verse ii There's too much chicken in the hen house now ) Hens stay in, roosters stay out See that red chicken sittin' on an egg Fox caught the rooster and the rooster got dead Got the water rolling in a pot of beans ) Had to keep the cabbage moth off the greens Put the hot pepper right on the leaf You' better wash them off good 'fore you serve them to me Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow Tell California everything you know Tell New York, tell Tennessee, come to Carolina your drink's on me bridge It was a whiskey and a whiskey and a whiskey and a whiskey.... ...and a whiskey and a whiskey and a whiskey while the music did play I hope my mama didn't float away Because I heard that the Cumberland was out of the banks Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow Tell California everything you know Tell New York, tell Tennessee, come to Carolina your drink's on me Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow Tell California everything you know Tell New York, tell Tennessee, come to Carolina your drink's on me come to Carolina and your drink's on meeeeeeeeeeeee..... redneck finish Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmm....fish and grits! whew!! ...bikes...