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