笨小笨That’s What I Like About The South (Live)歌词由George Strait演唱，出自专辑《The Lone Star Cafe 1984 (Live)》，下面是《That’s What I Like About The South (Live)》完整版歌词！
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Won't you come with me to Alabamy
Let's go see my dear old Mammy
She's fryin' eggs and boiling hammy
That's what I like about the South
Now there you can make no mistakey
Where those nerves are never shaky
Ought to taste her layer cakey
That's what I like about the South
She's got baked ribs and candied yams
Those sugar-cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
An' that's what I like about the South
Hot corn bread, black-eyed peas
You can eat as much as you please
'Cause it's never out of season
That's what I like about the South
Aahhh, don't take one, have two
There's dark brown and chocolate too
Suits me, they must suit you
'Cause that's what I like about the South
Well it's way, way down where the cane grows tall
Down where they say "Y'all"
Walk on in with that Southern drawl
'Cause that's what I like about the South
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Down where they have those pretty queens
Keep a-dreamin' those dreamy dreams
Well let's sip that absinthe in New Orleans
That's what I like about the South
Here come old Bob with all the news
Got the boxback coat and the button shoes
But he's all caught up with his union dues
An' that's what I like about the South
Here come old Roy down the street
Ho, can't you hear those tappin' feet
He would rather sleep than eat
An' that's what I like about the South
Now every time I pass your door
You act like you don't want me no more
Why don't you shake that head and sigh
And I'll go walkin' right on by
On, on, on and on and on
Honey, when you tell me that you love me
Then how come you close your eyes
Did I tell you 'bout the place called Doo-wah-diddy
It ain't no town and it ain't no city
It's just awful small, but awful pretty
That's Doo-wah-diddy
Well I didn't come here to criticise
I'm not here to sympathise
But don't tell me those no-good lies
Cause a lying gal I do despise
You love me like I love you
Send me fifty P-D-Q
Roses are red and violets are pink
If I don't get all fifty, I don't think
She's got backbones and butter beans
Ham hocks and turnip greens
You and me and New Orleans
An' that's what I like about the South
