| If some of ya’ll never been down south too much
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| I’m gonna tell you a little bit about this
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| So that you’ll understand what I’m talkin' about
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| Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods
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| And in the fields looks somethin' like a turnip green
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| And everybody calls it polk salad, polk salad
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| Used to know a girl lived down there
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| And she’d go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it
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| Carry it home and cook it for supper
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| 'Cause thats about all they had to eat, but they did all right
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| Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean
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| There lived a girl, that I swear to the world
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| Made the alligators look tame
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| Polk salad Annie, polk salad Annie
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| Everybody said it was a shame
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| Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang
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| (A mean vicious woman)
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| Everyday? |
| for supper time, she’d go down by the truck patch
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| And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
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| Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
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| Everybody says it was a shame
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| Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang
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| (A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman
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| Lord have Mercy, pick a mess of it)
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| Her daddy was lazy and no count, claimed he had a bad back
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| All her brothers were fit for was stealin' watermelons
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| Out of my truck patch
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| Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
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| Everybody said it was a shame
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| Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang
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| (Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it) |