Song, (E)song of the South, (D)sweet po ta to pie and I shut my (A)mouth.

Gone, (E)gone with the wind, there (D)ain’t no bod y look in’ back a (A)gain.

Cot ton on the road side, (E)cot ton in the ditch, we (D)all picked the cot ton, but we (A)nev er got rich.

Dad dy was a vet ’ran, a (E)south ern dem o crat, they (D)ought ta get a rich man to (A)vote like that.

Song, (E)song of the South, (D)sweet po ta to pie and I shut my (A)mouth.

Gone, (E)gone with the wind, there (D)ain’t no bod y look in’ back a (A)gain.

Well, some bod y told us (E)Wall Street fell, but (D)we were so poor that we could n’t tell.

Cot ton was short and the (E)weeds were tall, but Mis ter (D)Roo se velt’s gon na save us all.

Well, (A)Ma ma got sick and Dad dy got down, the (D)coun ty got the farm and they (A)moved to town.

Pa pa got a job with the (E)T.

V.

A., he bought a (D)wash in’ ma chine and then a Chev ro let.

Sing it: Song, (E)song of the South, (D)sweet po ta to pie and I shut my (A)mouth.

Gone, (E)gone with the wind, there (D)ain’t no bod y look in’ back a gain.

Play it:

Sing it: Song, (E)song of the South, (D)sweet po ta to pie and I shut my (A)mouth.

Gone, (E)gone with the wind, (D)ain’t no bod y look in’ back a gain.

Song, (E)song of the South, (D)sweet po ta to pie and I shut my (A)mouth.

Gone, (E)gone with the wind, (D)ain’t no bod y look in’ back a gain.