Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's What I Like About The South, artist - Jimmy Rushing. Date of issue: 14.08.2018
Song language: English
That's What I Like About 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 |