Alabama - Song Of The South Edit

Ain't nobody looking back again

Ain't nobody looking back again

But Mr. Roosevelt's a gonna save us all

But we were so poor that we couldn't tell

Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch

Gone, gone by the wind

Gone, gone by the wind

Gone, gone by the wind

Gone, gone by the wind

Gone, gone by the wind

Papa got a job with the TVA

Play it

Sing it

Sing it

Song, song of the south

Song, song of the south

Song, song of the south

Song, song of the south

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth

The county got the farm and they moved to town

There ain't nobody looking back again

There ain't nobody looking back again

They ought to get a rich man to vote like that

Well momma got sick and daddy got down