If some of ya'II never been down South too much
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this, so that
You'll understand what I'm talking about.
Down there we have a plant that grows out
In the woods and the fields, looks somethin? like
A turnip green.
Everybody calls it Polk salad. Polk salad.
Used to know a girl that lived down there and
He'd go out in the evenings and pick a mess of it
Carry it home and cook it for supper, ?cause, that's
About all they had to eat, bat they did all right.
Down in Louisiana,
Where the alligators grow so mean
There lived a girl that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
Polk salad Annie. Polk salad Annie.
Everybody said it was a shame
Cause her mama was working on the chain-gang
(a mean, vicious woman)
Everyday ?fore supper time
She?d go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess o? Polk salad
And carry it home in a tote sack
Polk salad Annie ?Gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Cause her mama was working on the chain-gang
(a wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin?
Woman, Lord have mercy. Pick a mess of it)
Her daddy was lazy and no count
Claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for was stealin?
Watermelons out of my truck patch
Polk salad Annie ?Gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Cause her mama was working on the chain-gang
(a wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin?
Woman, Lord have mercy. Pick a mess of it)
Writer(s): Tony White
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