Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's What I Like 'Bout the South, artist - Bob Wills. Album song The Very Best of Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys, Anthology, Vol. 4: 1938-1940, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 05.09.2011
Record label: Puzzle
Song language: English
That's What I Like 'Bout the South |
Won’t you come with me to Alabamy? |
Let’s go see my dear old Mammy |
She’s fryin' eggs and boiling hammy |
That’s what I like about the South |
Now there you can make no mistakey |
Where those nerves are never shaky |
Ought to taste her layer cakey |
That’s what I like about the South |
She’s got baked ribs and candied yams |
Those sugar-cured Virginia hams |
Basement full of those berry jams |
An' that’s what I like about the South |
Hot corn bread, black eyed peas |
You can eat as much as you please |
'Cause it’s never out of season |
That’s what I like about the South |
Ah, don’t take one, have two |
There’s dark brown and chocolate too |
Suits me, they must suit you |
'Cause that’s what I like about the South |
Well it’s way, way down where the cane grows tall |
Down where they say, «Y'all» |
Walk on in with that Southern drawl |
'Cause that’s what I like about the South |
Down where they have those pretty queens |
Keep a-dreamin' those dreamy dreams |
Well let’s sip that absinthe in New Orleans |
That’s what I like about the South |
Here comes that man with all the news |
Box back coat with button shoes |
All paid up with his union dues |
And that’s what I like about the South |
Now there’s a place down south called Dowadiddy |
It ain’t no jive and it ain’t no city |
It’s awful small, but it sure is pretty |
That’s Dowadiddy |
Here come old Roy down the street |
Ho, can’t you hear those tappin' feet |
He would rather sleep than eat |
An' that’s what I like about the South |
Now every time I pass your door |
You act like you don’t want me no more |
Why don’t you shake that head and sigh |
And I’ll go truckin' right on by |
Well, I didn’t come here to criticize |
I’m not here to sympathize |
But don’t tell me those no-good lies |
That a lyin' gal like you can devise |
If you love me like I love you |
Send me fifty P-D-Q |
Roses are red and violets are pink |
If I don’t get all fifty, I don’t show |
She’s got backbones and turnip greens |
Ham hocks and butter beans |
You, me and New Orleans |
An' that’s what I like about the South |