That's What I Like About The South (Live)

Thank you very much
Here's an old Bob Willis tune for you, called
"That's What I Like About the South"
One, two, three, four

Well, let's go back, to Alabamy
Let's go see, my dear old family
Fryin' eggs and cookin' ham
They say, that's what I like about the South

Well, you won't make no mistake
And your nerves, never shake
You used to taste, that layer cake
You say, that's what I like about the South

Ah, yeah, the old eight-guitar style

She's got baked ribs and candied yams
Sugar-coated, Virginia hams
She makes them, full of them berry jams
Say, that's what I like about the South

Cornbread and turnip greens
Ham hocks and butter beans
And Mardi Gras, down in New Orleans
Say, that's what I like about the South

Old Serbian Guitar, like this

Here comes that man, with all the news
Box-back coat, and button shoes
Paid up, with his union dues
Say, that's what I like about the South

Well, there's a place down south called, "Do-Wa-Diddy"
Ain't no town, but it ain't no city
It's pretty though, sure, it's pretty, ah, "Do-Wa-Diddy"

Terry Hale, on the bass

So, every time, I pass your door
You act like you don't want me, no more
Well, just sit, go ahead and sigh
And I'll go truckin', right on by

I ain't here, to criticize
And I ain't here, to sympathize
Don't tell me, them no good lies
'Cause the lyin girls, I do despise

That's what I like about the South
Thank you very much