If someone of y'all never been down south too much
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I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this
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So that you'll understand what I'm talking about
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Down there we have a plant that grows
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Out in the woods and the fields
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Looks somethin' like a turnip green
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Everybody calls it Polk salad, Polk salad
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Used to know a girl that lived down there
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And she'd go out in the evenings and pick mess of it
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Carry it home and cook it for supper
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'Cause that's about all they had to eat
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But they did all right
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Down in Louisiana where the alligators grow so mean
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There lived a girl that I swear to the world
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Made the alligators look tame
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Polk salad Annie, Polk salad Annie
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Everybody said it was a shame
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'Cause her mama was working on chain gang
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(A mean, vicious woman)
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Everyday 'fore supper time she'd go down by the truck patch
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And pick her a mess o' Polk salad and carry it home in a tote sack
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Polk salad Annie, 'gators got you granny
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Everybody said it was a shame
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'Cause her mama was a workin' on the chain gang
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(A wretched spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman)
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(Lord have mercy, pick mess of it)
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Her daddy was lazy and no count, claimed he had a bad back
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All her brothers were fit for was stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch
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Polk salad Annie, the 'gators got you granny
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Everybody said it was a shame
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'Cause her mama was a working on the chain-gang
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(Sock a little Polk salad to me)
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(You know I need a mess of it)
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Polk Salad Annie
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| Los Lonely Boys |
