[Spoken Introduction]
Umm!
If some of ya'll never been down south too much
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this
So that you'll understand what I'm talkin' about
Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods
And the fields looks somethin' like a turnip green
And ev'rybody calls it polk salad, polk salad
Umm!
Used to know a girl lived down there
And she'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it
Carry it home and cook it for supper
'Cause that's about all they had to eat, they did all right
[Song]
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 momma was a-workin' on the chain gang
(A mean, vicious woman) Umm!
Every day 'for 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, the gators got your granny, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp
Everybody says it was a shame
'Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang
(A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman, heh-heh)
(Lord, have mercy, pick a mess of it)
Umm!
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, the gators got your granny, whoa ooh-hoo
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause her momma was a-workin' on the chain gang
(Sock a little polk salad to me
You know I need me a mess of it)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Good God
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Umm, umm, umm, umm, umm!
Got to have me
Ate her up, heh
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