Phil Harris - That's What I Like About The South lyrics

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Phil Harris - That's What I Like About The South lyrics

Won't you come with me to Alabamy Let's go see my dear old mammy She's frying eggs and broilin' hammy That's what I like about the south Now there you can make no mistaky Where those nerves are never shaky Ought to taste her layer cakey That's what I like about the south She's got big ribs and candied yams Oh, sugar cured Virginia hams Basements full of those berry jams And that's what I like about the south Hot cornbread and black-eyed peas You can eat as much as you please 'Cause it's never out of season That's what I like about the south Ah, don't take one, have two They're bark brown and chocolate too Suits me they must suit you 'Cause that's what I like about the south It's a way way down where the cane grows tall Down where they say "you all" Walk on in with that southern drawl 'Cause that's what I like about the south Sit down where they have those pretty queens keep a dreamin' Those dreamy dreams Well let's sip that absinthe in New Orleans And that's what I like about the south Here come ole Bob with all the news Got the box back coat and the bu*ton shoes Well he's all caught up with his union dues And that's what I like about the south Here come ole Roy down the street Ho, can't you hear those scufflin feet He would rather sleep than eat. And tha tha tha that's what I like about the south Now every time I pa** your door You act like you don't want me no more Why don't you shake your head and sigh And I'll go walkin' right on by Gone on, on and on and on Honey when you tell me that you love me Then how come you close your eyes Did I tell you about the place called Do-I-Ditty It ain't no town and it ain't no city It's just awful small but awful pretty With Do-I-Ditty I didn't come here to critisize I'm not here to sympathize But don't call me those no good lies Cause a lying gal I do despise You love me like I love you Send me fifty pdq Roses are red and violets are pink I'll get that good ole fifty I don't think She's got back bones and bu*tered beans Ham hocks and turnip greens You and me in New Oleans And that's what I like about the south