Lyrics:

Now some of y''all never been down South too much**lf**I''m gonna tell you a little bit about this**lf**So that you''ll understand**lf**What I''m talking about**lf****lf**Down there we have a plant that grows out **lf**In the woods and the fields**lf**Looks somethin'' like a turnip green**lf**Everybody calls it Polk salad, polk salad, huh**lf**Used to know a girl that lived down there and **lf**She''d go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it**lf**Carry it home and cook it for supper**lf**''Cause that''s about all they had to eat**lf**But they did all right**lf****lf**Down in Louisiana **lf**Where the alligators grow so mean**lf**There lived a girl that I swear to the world**lf**Made the alligators look tame**lf****lf**Polk salad Annie, polk salad Annie**lf**Everybody said it was a shame**lf**''Cause her mama was working on a chain-gang**lf**A mean, vicious woman**lf****lf**Now, everyday ''fore supper time **lf**She''d go down by the truck patch**lf**And pick her a mess o'' polk salad **lf**And carry it home in a tote sack**lf****lf**Polk salad Annie **lf**The gators got you granny**lf**(Chomp, chomp, chomp)**lf**Everybody said it was a shame**lf**Cause her mama was a-workin'' on a chain gang**lf**A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin'' woman**lf**Lord have mercy, pick a mess of it**lf****lf**Her daddy was lazy and no count**lf**Claimed he had a bad back**lf**All her brothers were fit for **lf**Was stealin'' watermelons out of my truck patch**lf****lf**Polk salad Annie**lf**The gators got your granny**lf**(Woo hoo)**lf**Everybody said it was a shame**lf**''Cause her mama was a-working on a chain gang**lf****lf**Sock a little polk salad to me**lf**Know I need a mess of it**lf**Ooh, good God**lf**Got to have me