Lyrics:

Now some of y''all never been down South too muchI''m gonna tell you a little bit about thisSo that you''ll understandWhat I''m talking aboutDown there we have a plant that grows out In the woods and the fieldsLooks somethin'' like a turnip greenEverybody calls it Polk salad, polk salad, huhUsed to know a girl that lived down there and She''d go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of itCarry it home and cook it for supper''Cause that''s about all they had to eatBut they did all rightDown in Louisiana Where the alligators grow so meanThere lived a girl that I swear to the worldMade the alligators look tamePolk salad Annie, polk salad AnnieEverybody said it was a shame''Cause her mama was working on a chain-gangA mean, vicious womanNow, everyday ''fore supper time She''d go down by the truck patchAnd pick her a mess o'' polk salad And carry it home in a tote sackPolk salad Annie The gators got you granny(Chomp, chomp, chomp)Everybody said it was a shameCause her mama was a-workin'' on a chain gangA wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin'' womanLord have mercy, pick a mess of itHer daddy was lazy and no countClaimed he had a bad backAll her brothers were fit for Was stealin'' watermelons out of my truck patchPolk salad AnnieThe gators got your granny(Woo hoo)Everybody said it was a shame''Cause her mama was a-working on a chain gangSock a little polk salad to meKnow I need a mess of itOoh, good GodGot to have me