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Some of you all have been down south too much |
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Some of you all never been down south too |
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I gonna tell you a little story |
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So you'll understand where I'm talking about |
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Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields |
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And it looks something like a turnip green |
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Everybody calls it Polk salad |
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Now that's Polk salad |
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Used to know a girl that lived down there and |
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She'd go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it |
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Carry it home and cook it for supper |
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'Cause that's about all they had to eat |
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But they did all right |
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Down in Louisiana |
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Where the alligators grow so mean |
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Lived a girl that I swear to the world |
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Made the alligators look tame |
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Polk salad Annie |
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'Gators got your granny |
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Everybody said it was a shame |
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For the mama was working on the chain-gang |
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What a mean, vicious woman |
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Everyday before supper time |
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She'd go down by the truck patch |
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And pick her a mess of Polk salad |
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And carry it home in a tote sack |
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Polk salad Annie |
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'Gators got you granny |
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Everybody said it was a shame |
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'Cause the mama was working on the chain-gang |
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How wretched, dispiteful, straight-razor totin' woman |
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Lord have mercy |
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Sock a little Polk salad to him |
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You know what? |
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But daddy was a lazy and a no-count |
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Claimed he had a bad back |
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All her brothers were fit for |
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Was stealing watermelons out of my truck |
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For once Polk salad Annie |
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'Gators got your granny |
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Everybody said it was a shame |
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For the mama was working on the chain-gang |
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Sock a little Polk salad to him |
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You know what meets a meal mention |
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You sock a little |
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Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah |
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Sock a little Polk salad to him |
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You know what meets a meal mention |
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Sock a little Polk salad to him |
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You know what meets a meal mention |
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Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling |
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Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling |
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Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling |
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Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling |
