That's What I Like 'bout The South

Let's go down to Alabama

Let's go see my dear old mama

Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy

That's what I like 'bout the South

She's got baked ribs and candied yams

Sugar-cured Virginia hams

Basement full of those berry jams

And that's what I like about the South

Ham hocks and turnip greens

Hog jolls and butter beans

Mardi Gras down in New Orleans

That's what I like 'bout the South

Down where the trees grow tall

Where everybody says y'all

Walk on in with that Southern drawl

And that's what I like about the South

Here comes old Parson with all the news

Box back coat and button shoes

All paid up with his union dues

That's what I like 'bout the South

Did I tell you about the place called Doo-wah-diddy?

But it ain't no town and it ain't no city

It's awful small but it's mighty pretty

Doo-wah-diddy

Well, I'm not here to criticize

I'm not here to sympathize

But don't tell me them no good lies

'Cause a lyin' gal like you can devise

Every time I pass your door

You act like you don't want me no more

You just raise your head and sigh

Well I'm gonna trackin' right on by

That's what I like 'bout the South