Alabama – Song Of The South (Ukulele)

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Song, song of the South,

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Sweet potato pie and shut my mouth.

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Gone, gone with the wind,

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Ain't nobody lookin' back again.

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Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch,

   C
we all picked cotton but we never got rich.

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Daddy was a vetern southern democrat,

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they oughta get a rich man to vote like that.......(singin')

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Well somebody told us that Wall Street fell,

    C
but we were so poor that we couldn't tell.

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Cotton was short and the weeds were tall,

        C
but Mr. Roosevelt was gonna save us all.

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Well momma got sick and daddy got down,

    C
the county got the farm and we moved to town.

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Papa got a job with the TVA,

            C
he bought a washing machine and then a Chevrolet.