Some of you all never been down South too much...

I' gonna tell you a little story, so you'll understand where I'm talking about

Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields,

and it looks something like a turnip green.

Everybody calls it Polk salad. Now that's Polk salad.

Used to know a girl that lived down there and

she'd go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it...

Carry it home and cook it for supper, 'cause that's about all they had to eat,

But they did all right.



Down in Louisiana

Where the alligators grow so mean

Lived a girl that I swear to the world

Made the alligators look tame



Polk salad Annie

'Gators got your granny

Everybody said it was a shame

For the mama was working on the chain-gang

What a mean, vicious woman



Everyday before 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

'Gators got you granny

Everybody said it was a shame

'Cause the mama was working on the chain-gang

Whoo, how wretched, dispiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,

Lord have mercy.



Sock a little Polk salad to him

Yeah, you know what, yeah, yeah



But daddy was a lazy and a no-count

Claimed he had a bad back

All her brothers were fit for

Was stealing watermelons out of my truck



For once Polk salad Annie

'Gators got your granny

Everybody said it was a shame

For the mama was working on the chain-gang



Sock a little Polk salad to him

You know what meets a meal mention

You sock a little

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah

Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon

Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon

Sock a little Polk salad to him

You know what meets a meal mention

Sock a little Polk salad to him

You know what meets a meal mention

Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling