Song Of The South

In spite of all the craziness's that has been going on I did manage to find a little time over the weekend to be with my husband. He knew I needed to get away for just a little while, so when he suggested a drive I accepted.We didn't go far, but took a trip across the James River into Smithfield VA. On the way there we saw this. Rows and rows of Cotton.



If If you have never been down south and seen cotton growing, here is how it looks.I remember as a child my grandpa growing cotton, he let me help pick it one time. Every time I hear this song, I think of him...I will try and put a sweet potato pie recipe on here laterSong of the South..AlabamaChorus
Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Gone, gone with the wind.
There aint nobody looking back again.Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch.
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich.
Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat.
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that.Chorus

Well somebody told us wall street fell
But we were so poor that we couldnt tell.
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
But mr. roosevelts a gonna save us all.

Well momma got sick and daddy got down.
The county got the farm and they moved to town.
Pappa got a job with the tva
He bought a washing machine and then a chevrolet.
Chorus

Song, song of the south...
Gone, gone with the wind...

Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.