The Groove Song (That's What I Like About the South)

Let's go down to Alabamy Let's go see my dear old mammy Frying eggs and cookin' hammy That's what I like about the south Why, there you can make no mistakey Where your nerves are never shakey You should taste her layer cakey That's what I like about the south She's got baked ribs and candied yams Sugared cured Virginia hams Basement full of those berry jams And that's what I like about the south Hog jowl and turnip greens Ham hocks and buttered beans Mardi Gras in New Orleans That's what I like about the south Way down where the cane grows tall Down where they say "y'all" Walk on in with that southern drawl 'Cause that's what I like about the south Here comes old Gordon with all the news Boxback coat and button shoes All paid up with his Eagles dues And that's what I like about the south Now, every time I pass your door You act like you don't want me no more Why don't you shake your head and sigh Then I can peck it right on by Now I'm not here to criticize I'm not here to sympathize But don't tell me those no good lies Because a lying man I do despise