That's What I Like About the South

(Yeah)
Let's go back to Alabama? (Alabama)
Let's go see my dear old mammy (Yes, ma'am)
Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
Hey, that's what I like about the South
(Take it out the house)

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

(Ah-hah)
(Look out how)
(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 (Uh-huh)

Corn bread and turnip greens (Did you say turnip greens?)
Ham hock and butter beans (Lord, lord)
Mardi Gras down in New Orleans
Say, that's what I like about the South
(Swing out, elder)

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Way down where the cane grows tall (Tall)
Down where they say, "You all" (C'mon in, you all)
Walk on in with that Southern drawl (Yeah)
That's what I like about the South (Uh-huh)

There's a place down there called Do-wah-diddy (Oh-ho, yeah)
It ain't no town and it ain't no city (Tell me, boy)
Me oh, my, it sure is pretty
That's Do-wah-diddy (Oh nice)

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Every time I pass your door (Yeah?)
You act like you don't want me no more (I don't know this bit)
Why don't you shake your head and sigh? (What did you do, boy?)
I'll go truckin' right on by (Cut it down)

I ain't here to sympathize (Go on)
And I'm not here do criticize (Well?)
Don't tell me them no-good lies (Why?)
'Cause a lyin' gal, I do despise (Yeah)

(Oh yeah)
(Yeah)

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(That's what I like about the South)