| Won’t you come with me to Alabamy?
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| Let’s go see my dear old Mammy
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| She’s fryin' eggs and boiling hammy
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| That’s what I like about the South
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| Now there you can make no mistakey
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| Where those nerves are never shaky
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| Ought to taste her layer cakey
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| That’s what I like about the South
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| She’s got baked ribs and candied yams
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| Those sugar-cured Virginia hams
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| Basement full of those berry jams
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| An' that’s what I like about the South
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| Hot corn bread, black eyed peas
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| You can eat as much as you please
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| 'Cause it’s never out of season
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| That’s what I like about the South
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| Ah, don’t take one, have two
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| There’s dark brown and chocolate too
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| Suits me, they must suit you
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| 'Cause that’s what I like about the South
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| Well it’s way, way down where the cane grows tall
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| Down where they say, «Y'all»
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| Walk on in with that Southern drawl
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| 'Cause that’s what I like about the South
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| Down where they have those pretty queens
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| Keep a-dreamin' those dreamy dreams
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| Well let’s sip that absinthe in New Orleans
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| That’s what I like about the South
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| Here comes that man with all the news
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| Box back coat with button shoes
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| All paid up with his union dues
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| And that’s what I like about the South
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| Now there’s a place down south called Dowadiddy
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| It ain’t no jive and it ain’t no city
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| It’s awful small, but it sure is pretty
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| That’s Dowadiddy
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| Here come old Roy down the street
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| Ho, can’t you hear those tappin' feet
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| He would rather sleep than eat
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| An' that’s what I like about the South
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| Now every time I pass your door
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| You act like you don’t want me no more
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| Why don’t you shake that head and sigh
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| And I’ll go truckin' right on by
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| Well, I didn’t come here to criticize
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| I’m not here to sympathize
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| But don’t tell me those no-good lies
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| That a lyin' gal like you can devise
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| If you love me like I love you
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| Send me fifty P-D-Q
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| Roses are red and violets are pink
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| If I don’t get all fifty, I don’t show
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| She’s got backbones and turnip greens
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| Ham hocks and butter beans
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| You, me and New Orleans
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| An' that’s what I like about the South |