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DSong, A7song of the south
GSweet potato pie and I shut my Dmouth
DGone, A7gone with the wind
GThere ain't nobody looking Dback again
DCotton on the roadside, A7cotton in the ditch
GWe all picked cotton but we Dnever got rich
DDaddy was a veteran, a A7Southern Democrat he said
GThey oughta get the rich men to Dvote like that
DSong, A7song of the south
GSweet potato pie and I hush my Dmouth
DGone, A7gone with the wind
GThere ain't nobody looking Dback again
DWhen I was eighteen well I A7ate my fill
GWe lived on the garden and the Dcow?s good will.
DSummers were hot and wiA7nters were dry and
GMomma was old at Dthirty-five.
DSong, A7song of the south
GSweet potato pie and I shut my Dmouth
DGone, A7gone with the wind
GThere ain't nobody looking Dback again
DWell somebody told us that A7Wall Street had fell
We were Gso damned poor that we Dcouldn't even tell
DCotton was short and the A7weeds was tall
GMr. Roosevelt was gonna Dsave us all
DYou sing a song, A7song of the south
GSweet potato pie and DI hush my mouth
DI?m gone, now, A7gone with the wind
GThere ain't nobody looking Dback again
DWell momma got sick and A7daddy got down
GThe county took the farm and we Dmoved to town
DDaddy got a job with the A7TVA
GWe bought a washing machine and then a DChevrolet
DSong, A7song of the south
GSweet potato pie and I shut my Dmouth
DGone, A7gone with the wind
GThere ain't nobody looking Dback again
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