Lyrics It's the Same Old South - Asleep At The Wheel

It's the Same Old South

It’s the same old South
It’s a regular children’s Heaven
Where they don’t start to work till they’re seven
It’s the same old South
It’s the same old South
With those old-fashioned get-togethers
Colonel, pass me the tar and the feathers
It’s the same old South
There’s no gate to stop you
When you stopped off to bid the folks hello
There’s no gate to stop you
For it dropped off twenty or thirty yars ago
Honey, shut my mouth
Let the Northrners keep Niagra
We’ll stick to our Southern pellagra
It’s the same old South
There’s no gate to stop you
When you stopped off to bid the folks hello
There’s no gate to stop you
For it dropped off twenty or thirty years ago
Honey, hush my mouth
While the bloodhounds that once chased Liza
Chased a poor CIO organizer
It’s the same old South