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THAT'S WHAT I LIKE ABOUT THE SOUTH (Andy Razaf) Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys - 1942 Phil Harris - 1947 Also recorded by: Nolan Bruce Allen; Buddy Blue; Cliff Bruner; Moon Mullican; Red Stick Ramblers; Rollin' In The Hay. Won't you come with me to Alabamy Let's go see my dear old Mammy She's fryin' eggs and boiling hammy That's what I like about the South Now there you can make no mistakey Where those nerves are never shaky Ought to taste her layer cakey That's what I like about the South She's got baked ribs and candied yams Those sugar-cured Virginia hams Basement full of those berry jams An' that's what I like about the South Hot corn bread, black-eyed peas You can eat as much as you please 'Cause it's never out of season That's what I like about the South Aahhh, don't take one, have two There's dark brown and chocolate too Suits me, they must suit you 'Cause that's what I like about the South Well it's way, way down where the cane grows tall Down where they say "Y'all" Walk on in with that Southern drawl 'Cause that's what I like about the South Down where they have those pretty queens Keep a-dreamin' those dreamy dreams Well let's sip that absinthe in New Orleans That's what I like about the South Here come old Bob with all the news Got the boxback coat with button shoes But he's all caught up with his union dues An' that's what I like about the South Here come old Roy down the street Ho, can't you hear those tappin' feet He would rather sleep than eat An' that's what I like about the South Now every time I pass your door You act like you don't want me no more Why don't you shake that head and sigh And I'll go walkin' by On, on, on and on and on Honey, when you tell me that you love me Then how come you close your eyes Did I tell you 'bout the place called Doo-wah-diddy It ain't no town and it ain't no city It's just awful small, but awful pretty That's Doo-wah-diddy Well I didn't come here to criticise I'm not here to sympathise But don't tell me those no-good lies That a lyin' gal like you can devise You love me like I love you Send me fifty P-D-Q Roses are red and violets are pink If I don't get all fifty, I don't show She's got backbones and turnip greens Ham hocks and butter beans You, me and New Orleans An' that's what I like about the South (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - May 2005)

    


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