SOUTHERN GALS
(Jack Yellen / Albert Gumble,   1917)


I've just come back from the South today 
And there is one thing I'd like to say 
Tho' I've been most everywhere 
I've never seen such gals as they have down there. 
It seems that each little peach you see 
Is just as sweet as a peach can be 
Tho' I can't describe them all to you 
Let me name you just a few.

I kind of wish I'd have stay'd down there 
It's not so much I need the air 
But it's true and plain to see 
Those little southern gals made a hit with me 
And when I march to the wedding tune 
I've got a hunch I'll be marching soon 
When you see my bride you'll understand 
Why I'm stuck on Dixieland. 

There's Mary down in Maryland 
She's mighty pretty And sweet
Virginia too 
She'll make a hit with you 
You'll go dippy over Mississippi 
And the gals named Caroline 
They're birds of a feather 
So they flock together 
And believe me they're just fine
Then there's Lucy Anna with naughty eyes 
And a peach named Georgia who takes the prize 
So if you get lonesome any time
Come across the Mason Dixon Line 
And I'll introduce you to those Southern Gals.