Let's go down to Alabamy
Let's go see my dear old mammy
Frying eggs and cookin' hammy
That's what I like about the south
Why, there you can make no mistakey
Where your nerves are never shakey
You should taste her layer cakey
That's what I like about the south
She's got baked ribs and candied yams
Sugared cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
And that's what I like about the south
Hog jowl and turnip greens
Ham hocks and buttered beans
Mardi Gras in New Orleans
That's what I like about the south
Way down where the cane grows tall
Down where they say "y'all"
Walk on in with that southern drawl
'Cause that's what I like about the south
Here comes old Gordon with all the news
Boxback coat and button shoes
All paid up with his Eagles dues
And that's what I like about the south
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
Then I can peck it right on by
Now I'm not here to criticize
I'm not here to sympathize
But don't tell me those no good lies
Because a lying man I do despise
