Lyrics That's What I Like About The South - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

(Yeah) Let's go back to Alabamy (Alabamy)
Let's go see my dear old Mammy (yes, yes)
She's fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
Say that's what I like about the South

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

Oh, now
Look out there
Come on 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
An' that's what I like about the South (uh-huh)

Corn bread, and turnip greens (you say turnip greens?)
Ham hocks and butter beans (Lod, Lord)
Mardi gras down in New Orleans
Say that's what I like about the South
Swing out, Sheldon

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

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

Every time I pass your door (yes)
You act like you don't want me no more (I hadn't noticed you there)
Why don't you shake your head and sigh (what did he do, boy)
I'll go truckin' right on by

I ain't here to sympathize
And I'm not here to criticize (well?)
Don't tell me them no-good lies (why?)
'Cause a lyin' gal, I do despise (oh-haw)

That's what I like about the South