Lyrics:

Now some of y'all never been down South too much
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this
So you'll understand what I'm talkin' about
Down here we got a plant that grows out in the woods
In the fields, looks something like a turnip green
Everybody calls it poke salad, poke salad
There used to be an old girl lived down there
And she'd go out in the evening, pick her a mess of it
Carry it home, cook it for supper
That's about all they had to eat
But you know what? They did alright
Down in Louisiana
Alligators grow so mean
There lived a little girl that sure knew the world
Made the alligator look tame
Poke Salad Annie
The gators got your granny
Everybody thought it was a shame
Her mama was working on the chain gang, mhm
Mean, vicious woman
Raising her children, son of a gun

Every day 'fore suppertime
She'd go out to the truck patch
Pick her a mess of poke salad, Lord
And carry it home in a tote sack
Poke Salad Annie
The gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Her mama was working on the chain gang, mhm
I mean, she was spiteful
Wretched woman
Lord have mercy, take a listen

Her daddy was a lazy no-count
Claimed he had a bad back
All of her brothers were fit for
Was stealing watermelon out of my truck patch
Poke Salad Annie
The gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Her mama was working on the chain gang, mhm
Oh, that's right
Talkin' little poke salad, mhm
Try and get you a big ol' mess of it
Get you some of that poke salad
Know what I'm talkin' about?