| Some of you all never been down South too much…
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| I’m gonna tell you a little story, so you’ll understand where I’m talking about
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| Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields,
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| and it looks something like a turnip green.
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| Everybody calls it Polk salad. |
| Now that’s Polk salad.
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| Used to know a girl that lived down there and
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| she’d go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it…
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| Carry it home and cook it for supper, 'cause that’s about all they had to eat,
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| But they did all right.
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| Down in Louisiana
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| Where the alligators grow so mean
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| Lived a girl that I swear to the world
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| Made the alligators look tame
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| Polk salad Annie
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| 'Gators got your granny
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| Everybody said it was a shame
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| For the mama was working on the chain-gang
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| What a mean, vicious woman
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| Everyday before suppertime
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| She’d go down by the truck patch
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| And pick her a mess of Polk salad
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| And carry it home in a tote sack
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| Polk salad Annie
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| 'Gators got you granny
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| Everybody said it was a shame
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| 'Cause the mama was working on the chain-gang
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| Whoo, how wretched, dispiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,
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| Lord have mercy.
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| Sock a little Polk salad to me
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| Yeah, you know what, yeah, yeah
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| Her daddy was a lazy and a no-count
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| Claimed he had a bad back
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| All her brothers were fit for
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| Was stealing watermelons out of my truck patch
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| For once Polk salad Annie
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| 'Gators got your granny
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| Everybody said it was a shame
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| For the mama was working on the chain-gang
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| Sock a little Polk salad to me
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| You know I need a meal miss
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| You sock a little
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah
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| (Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
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| Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon)
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| Sock a little Polk salad to me
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| You know I need a meal miss
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| Sock a little Polk salad to him
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| You know I need a meal
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| Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling |