That's What I Like About the South Lyrics & Tabs by Phil Harris
That's What I Like About the South
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Won't you come with me to Alabamy
Let's go see my dear old mammy
She's frying eggs and broilin' hammy
That's what I like about the south
Now there you can make no mistaky
Where those? never shaky
Ought to taste her layer cakey
That's what I like about the south
She's got big ribs and candied yams
Oh, sugar cured Virginia hams
Basements full of those berry jams
And that's what I like about the south
Hot cornbread and black-eyed peas
You can eat as much as you please
'Cause it's never out of season
Hot cornbread and 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
Ah, don't take one, have two
They're bark brown and chocolate too
Suits me they must suit you
'Cause that's what I like about the south
It's a way way down where the cane grows tall
Down where they say "you all"
Walk on in with that southern drawl
'Cause that's what I like about the south
Sit down where they have those pretty queens keep a dreamin'
Those dreamy dreams
Well let's sip that? within New Orleans
And that's what I like about the south
Here come ole Bob with all the news
Got the box back coat and the button shoes
Well he's all caught up with his union dues
And that's what I like about the south
Here come ole Roy down the street
Ho, can't you hear those coupla feet
He would rather Sleep
And tha tha tha 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 your head and sigh
And I'll go walkin' right on by
Gone 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 about the place called Do-I-Ditty
It ain't no town and it ain't no city
It's just awful small but awful pretty
With Do-I-Ditty
I didn't come here to critisize
I'm not here to sympathize
But don't call me those no good lies
Cause a lying gal I do despise
You love me like I love you
Send me fifty PDQ
Roses are red and violets are pink
I'll get that good ole fifty I don't think
She's got back bones and buttered beans
Ham hocks and turnip greens
You and me in New Oleans
And that's what I like about the south
