Let's go down to Alabama   Let's go see my dear old mama   Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy   That's what I like 'bout the South      She's got baked ribs and candied yams   Sugar-cured Virginia hams   Basement full of those berry jams   And that's what I like about the South      Ham hocks and turnip greens   Hog jolls and butter beans   Mardi Gras down in New Orleans   That's what I like 'bout the South      Down where the trees grow tall   Where everybody says y'all   Walk on in with that Southern drawl   And that's what I like about the South      Here comes old Parson with all the news   Box back coat and button shoes   All paid up with his union dues   That's what I like 'bout the South      Did I tell you about the place called Doo-wah-diddy?   But it ain't no town and it ain't no city   It's awful small but it's mighty pretty   Doo-wah-diddy      Well, I'm not here to criticize   I'm not here to sympathize   But don't tell me them no good lies   'Cause a lyin' gal like you can devise      Every time I pass your door   You act like you don't want me no more   You just raise your head and sigh   Well I'm gonna trackin' right on by      That's what I like 'bout the South