It's the Same Old South - Asleep At The Wheel

It’s the same old South

It’s a regular children’s Heaven

Where they don’t start to work till they’re seven

It’s the same old South

It’s the same old South

With those old-fashioned get-togethers

Colonel, pass me the tar and the feathers

It’s the same old South

There’s no gate to stop you

When you stopped off to bid the folks hello

There’s no gate to stop you

For it dropped off twenty or thirty yars ago

Honey, shut my mouth

Let the Northrners keep Niagra

We’ll stick to our Southern pellagra

It’s the same old South

There’s no gate to stop you

When you stopped off to bid the folks hello

There’s no gate to stop you

For it dropped off twenty or thirty years ago

Honey, hush my mouth

While the bloodhounds that once chased Liza

Chased a poor CIO organizer

It’s the same old South