| Lyrics: | 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 |
