That's What I Like 'Bout the South

Let's go back to Alabama
Let's go see my dear old Mammy
She's fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
Say that's what I like about the South (sing it out loud)

There you won't no mistakey
And your nerves are never shaky
You should taste her layer, cakey
Say that's what I like about the South

(Look out town)
(C'mon boys, let's all go back to Alabama, yeah)

She's got baked ribs and candied yams (yeah)
Sugar-cured Virginia hams (oh boy)
Basement full of those berry jams
And that's what I like about the South (ah-ha)

Corn bread and turnip greens (did you say turnip greens?)
Ham hogs and butterbeans (Lordy Lord)
Mardi Gras down in New Orleans
Say that's what I like about the South

Way down where the cane grows tall
Down where they say, "You all"
Walk on in with that Southern drawl (yeah)
'Cause that's what I like about the South (ah-ha)

There's a place down there called "Doo Wah, Diddy" (never heard of it)
It ain't no town, it ain't no city (help me boy)
Me oh my it sure is pretty
That's Doo Wah, Diddy

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
I'll go truckin' right on by

I aint here to sympathize (no)
And I'm not here to criticize (well)
Don't tell me them no-good lies (Why?)
'Cause lyin' gal I do despise

That is what I like about the South