Joe Dassin

Tony Joe White

Now for those of you've never been down the Tony Joe White country, never been at South...
I'll tell you a little bit about it so but you can't understand what is this
I'm talking about, yeah
Down there they got a plant grows out in the woods and the fields,
grows up a long side the rocks and the trees
And 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 herself a little bit of it...
Carry it home and cook it for supper, 'cause that's about all they had to eat, they did all right.

I said 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
Polk salad Annie
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was working on the chain-gang
She was a mean, vicious woman

Everyday before suppertime
She'd go down by the truck patch
And pick herself 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
Because her mama was working on the chain-gang
Whoo, how wretched, despiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,
Now, give me some Polk salad. Give me some.

Her 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 thought it was a shame
Because her 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

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