Lyrics:

Some of you all never been down South too much
I'm gonna tell you a little story,
So you'll understand where I'm talking about

Down there we have a plant that
Grows out in the woods and the fields
And it looks something like a turnip green
Everybody calls it Polk salad
Now that's Polk salad

Used to know a girl that lived down there and
She'd go out in the evenings to pick a 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
Lived a girl that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame

Polk salad Annie
'Gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was working on the chain gang
What a mean, vicious woman

Everyday before suppertime
She'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad
And carry it home in a tote sack

Polk salad Annie
'Gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause the mama was working on the chain gang