Some of you all never been down South too much...I' gonna tell you a little story,So you'll understand where I'm talking aboutDown there we have a plantThat grows out in the woods and the fields,And it looks something like a turnip green.Everybody calls it Polk salad.Now that's Polk salad.Used to know a girl that lived down thereAnd she'd go out in the eveningsTo pick a mess of it...Carry it home and cook it for supper,'Cause that's about all they had to eat,But they did all right.Down in LouisianaWhere the alligators grow so meanLived a girl that I swear to the worldMade the alligators look tamePolk salad Annie'Gators got your grannyEverybody said it was a shameFor the mama was working on the chain-gangWhat a mean, vicious womanEveryday before suppertimeShe'd go down by the truck patchAnd pick her a mess of Polk saladAnd carry it home in a tote sackPolk salad Annie'Gators got you grannyEverybody said it was a shame'Cause the mama was working on the chain-gangWhoo, how wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,Lord have mercy.Sock a little Polk salad to himYeah, you know what, yeah, yeahBut daddy was a lazy and a no-countClaimed he had a bad backAll her brothers were fit forWas stealing watermelons out of my truckFor once Polk salad Annie'Gators got your grannyEverybody said it was a shameFor the mama was working on the chain-gangSock a little Polk salad to himYou know what meets a meal mentionYou sock a littleHey, hey, hey, yeah, yeahChic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bonChic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bonSock a little Polk salad to himYou know what meets a meal mentionSock a little Polk salad to himYou know what meets a meal mention
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Some of you all never been down South too much...
I' gonna tell you a little story,
So you'll understand where I'm talking about
Down there we have a plant
That grows out in the woods and the fields,
And it looks something like a turnip green.
Everybody calls it Polk salad.
Now that's Polk salad.
Used to know a girl that lived down there
And she'd go out in the evenings
To pick a mess of it...
Carry it home and cook it for supper,
'Cause that's about all they had to eat,
But they did all right.
Down in Louisiana
Where the alligators grow so mean
Lived a girl that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
Polk salad Annie
'Gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was working on the chain-gang
What a mean, vicious woman
Everyday before suppertime
She'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of Polk salad
And carry it home in a tote sack
Polk salad Annie
'Gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause the mama was working on the chain-gang
Whoo, how wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,
Lord have mercy.
Sock a little Polk salad to him
Yeah, you know what, yeah, yeah
But daddy was a lazy and a no-count
Claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for
Was stealing watermelons out of my truck
For once Polk salad Annie
'Gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was working on the chain-gang
Sock a little Polk salad to him
You know what meets a meal mention
You sock a little
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
Sock a little Polk salad to him
You know what meets a meal mention
Sock a little Polk salad to him
You know what meets a meal mention
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