That's What I Like 'Bout the South

(Yeah)

Let's go back to Alabama

(Alabama)

Let's go see my dear old mammy

(Yes, ma'am)

Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy

Say, that's what I like about the south

(Take it out the house)

Say you won't make no mistakey

And your nerves are never shakey

You should taste her layer cakey

Say, that's what I like about the south

(Look out how)

(Come on, boys, let's all go back to Alabama, yeah)

She's got baked ribs and candied yams

(Yeah)

Sugar-cure Virginia hams

(Oh, boy)

Basement full of those berry jams

And that's what I like about the south

Corn bread and turnip greens

(Did you say turnip greens?)

Ham hocks and butter beans

(Lord, Lord)

Mardi Gras down in New Orleans

Say, that's what I like about the south

(Swing out, elder)

Way down where the cane grows tall (Tall)

Down where they say, "You all"

(Come on in, you all)

Walk on in with that southern drawl

(Yeah)

Yeah, that's what I like about the south

There's a place down there called Do-wah-diddy

(Oh-ho, yeah)

It ain't no town, it ain't no city

(Tell me, boy)

Me oh, my, it sure is pretty

That's do-wah-diddy

Every time I pass your door

(Yeah?)

You act like you don't want me no more

(I don't know this bit)

Why don't you shake your head and sigh?

(What did you do, boy?)

Then I'll go truckin' right on by

(Cut it on down)

I ain't here to sympathize (Go on)

And I'm not here to criticize (Well?)

Don't tell me them no-good lies (Why?)

'Cause a lyin' gal, I do despise (Ya)

(That's what I like about the south)