Bob Wills — Thats What I Like About the South

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 Ah, 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 comes that man with all the news Box back coat with button shoes All paid up with his union dues And that's what I like about the South Now there's a place down south called Dowadiddy It ain't no jive and it ain't no city It's awful small, but it sure is pretty That's Dowadiddy 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 truckin' right on by Well, I didn't come here to criticize I'm not here to sympathize But don't tell me those no-good lies That a lyin' gal like you can devise [Additional verses not in this recording] If 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