Let's go back to Alabamy
Let's go see my dear old Mammy
She's fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
An' that's what I like about the South
Say you won't make no mistake
Say your nerves will never shake
You got to taste her layer cake
That's what I like about the South
She's got baked ribs and candied yams
Sugar-cured Virginia hams
A basement full of those berry jams
That's what I like about the South
Corn bread an' turnip greens
Ham hocks an' buttered beans
Mardi Gras an' New Orleans
That's what I like about the South
Now way down west the cane grows tall
Down where they say "you all"
Walk right in with that Southern drawl
That's what I like about the South
There's a place called Doo-wah-diddy
Ain't no town it ain't no city
Mighty small and mighty pretty
That's Doo-wah-diddy
Here come Lance he's got the news
And baby needs a pair of shoes
He's caught up with his union dues
An' that's what I like about the South
There goes ol' Billy Pete
You can hear them shufflin' feet
He would rather tote than eat
An' that's what I like about the South
That's what I like about the South
