| Take me back to Alabamy
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| Take me to see my dear old Granny
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| Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
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| That’s what I like about the South
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| There you can make no mistakey
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| And your nerves are never shaky
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| I used to taste that layer cakey
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| That’s what I like about the South
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| She’s got baked beans and candied yams
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| Sugar-cubed Virginia hams
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| Cellar full of those berry jams
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| That’s what I like about the South
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| I like corn bread and burned beans
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| Ham hots and turnip greens
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| Party grind down at New Orleans
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| That’s what I like about the South
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| You can poise on with all the news
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| Bought bear coat and brought down shoes
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| I’ll tie it up as you can do
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| And that’s what I like about the South
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| There’s a place down south called
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| An old town and it ain’t no city
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| It’s pretty, sure it’s pretty
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| Take me back to Alabamy
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| Take me to see my dear old Granny
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| Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
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| That’s what I like about the South |