G G F G G G F G G G F G G [Verse]F Won't you come with me to AlabamyF Let's go see my dear old mammyF She's frying eggs and broilin' hammyC F That's what I like about the South [Verse]F Now there you can make no mistake-yF Where those nerves are never shakyF Ought to taste her layer cake-yC F That's what I like about the South [Verse]F She's got big ribs and candied yamsF Oh, sugar cured Virginia hamsF Basements full of those berry jamsC F And that's what I like about the South [Verse]F Hot cornbread and black-eyed peasF You can eat as much as you pleaseF 'Cause it's never out of seasonC F That's what I like about the South [Verse]F Aaaaah, don't take one, have twoF They're dark brown and chocolate tooF Suits me they must suit youC F 'Cause that's what I like about the South [Instrumental]G G F G G G F G G G F G G [Verse]F It's a way, way down where the cane grows tallF Down where they say "you all"F Walk on in with that Southern drawlC F 'Cause that's what I like about the South [Verse]F Sit down where they have those pretty queensF Keep a dreamin' those dreamy dreamsF Well let's sip that absinthe in New OrleansC F And that's what I like about the South [Instrumental]G G F G G G F G G G F G G [Verse]F Here come ol’ Bob with all the newsF Got the box back coat and the button shoesF Well he's all caught up with his union duesC F And that's what I like about the South [Verse]F Here come ol’ Roy down the streetF Ho, can’t you hear those coupla feetF He would rather sleep than eatC F And tha tha tha that’s what I like about the South [Instrumental]G G F G G G F G G G F G G [Verse]F Now every time I pass your doorF You act like you don’t want me no moreF Why don’t you shake your head and sighC F And I’ll go walkin’ right on by [Brige]F Gone on, on and on and onF Honey when you tell me that you love meF Then how come you close your eyes [Verse]F Did I tell you about the place called Do-I-DittyF It ain’t no town and it ain’t no cityF It’s just awful small but awful prettyC F With Do-I-Ditty [Instrumental]G G F G G G F G G G F G G [Verse]F I didn’t come here to criticizeF I’m not here to sympathizeF But don’t call me those no good liesC F Cause a lyin’ gal I do despise [Verse]F You love me like I love youF Send me fifty PDQF Roses are red and violets are pinkC F I won’t get ol’ fifty I don’t think [Instrumental]G G F G G G F G G G F G G [Verse]F She’s got back bones and buttered beansF Ham hocks and turnip greensF You and me in New OleansC F And that’s what I like about the South
Thats What I Like About The South
Phil Harris
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