Let′s go down to Alabamy
Let's go see my dear old mammy
Frying eggs and cookin′ hammy
That's what I like about the south

Why, there you can make no mistakey
Where your nerves are never shakey
You should taste her layer cakey
That's what I like about the south

She′s got baked ribs and candied yams
Sugared cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
And that′s what I like about the south

Hog jowl and turnip greens
Ham hocks and buttered beans
Mardi Gras in New Orleans
That's what I like about the south

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

Here comes old Gordon with all the news
Boxback coat and button shoes
All paid up with his Eagles dues
And 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 your head and sigh
Then I can peck it right on by

Now I'm not here to criticize
I′m not here to sympathize
But don′t tell me those no good lies
Because a lying man I do despise

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