That’s What I Like
Let’s go down to Alabamy
Let’s go down & see your mammy
Fried eggs & candied yammy
That’s what I like about the South
Down where the corn grows tall
Down where they say “you all”
Truck on up in that southern drawl
For that’s what I like about the South
There’s a place called dew-wa-ditty
It ain’t no town & it ain’t no city
My, oh my it sure is pretty
Say that’s what I like about the South
Corn bread & turnip greens
Ham hocks & butter beans
Me, oh my, that sure is nice
Say that’s what I like about the South
Fried chicken & candid yams
Black eyed peas & “Ginga Hams”
Me, oh my, that sure is nice
Say that’s what I like about the South
Here comes ole Abner with the news
Black box-coat & button shoes
All paid up with his Union dues
And that’s what I like about the South
I’m not here to criticize
I’m not here to sympathize
But don’t tell me those no good lies
For a lying gal I do despise
Let’s go down to dew-wa-ditty
It ain’t no town & it ain’t no city
But me, oh my, it sure is pretty
Called Dew-wa-ditty- Yeah!