paroles de chanson That's What I Like About The South (Remastered) - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

Let′s go back to Alabamy
Let's go see my dear old Mammy
She′s fryin' eggs and cooking hammy
Say that's what I like about the South

There you won′t make make no mistake-y
And your nerves are never shaky
You should taste her layer, cakey
Say that′s what I like about the South
Look out, girls
Come on boys, let's all go back to Alabamy, yeah

She′s got baked ribs and candied yams
Sugar-cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
An' that′s what I like about the South

Corn bread and turnip greens (did you say turnip greens?)
Ham hocks and butter beans (lord, lord)
Mardi Gras down in New Orleans
Say that's what I like about the South (swing, I tell you)

Way down where the cane grows tall
Down where they say, "Y′all" (come on in, y'all)
Walk on in with that Southern drawl
'Cause that′s what I like about the South

There′s a place down there called, "Doo-wah Diddy"
It ain't no town, it ain′t no city
Me-oh-my, it sure is pretty
That's Doo-wah Diddy (ah now)

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 alright

I ain't here to sympathize
And I′m not here to criticize
Don′t tell me them no-good lies
A lyin' gal, I do despise

That′s what I like about the South