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Down in Louisiana
Where the alligators grow so mean
Lived a girl that I swear to the world
Made the alligators looked tame
Polk salad Annie
'Gators got your grannie - chop, chop
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was a-working on a chain gang
What a mean, viscious woman, hup, hup


Every day before supper time
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 your grannie - chop, chop
Everybody said it was a shame
Because the mama was a-working on a chain gang
Whooo, how wretched, this spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman, (yea)
Lord have mercy


Sock a little polk salad to him
Yeah, you know what, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But daddy was a lazy and a no-account
Claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for was
Stealing watermelons out of my truck
Polk salad Annie
'Gators got your grannie
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was a-working on a chain gang
(Whoooo)


Sock a little polk salad to him
Hey, and you know what he will give us
You sock a little
(Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah)


(Chica bon chica bon, chica bon bon bon bon bon bon bon
Chica bon chica bon, chica bon bon bon bon bon bon bon)
Sock a little polk salad to me
You know I need a real mess of't
Sock a little polk salad to me
You know I need a real mess of't
Ching, ching, ching, ching
Ching, ching, ching, ching, a-ling, a-ling, a-ling
Ching, ching, ching, ching, a-ling, a-ling, a-ling
Ching, ching, ching, ching, a-ling, a-ling, a-ling
Ching, ching, ching, ching, a-ling, a-ling, a-ling

Standard tuning.

Intro and verse:
(Bass arg. for guitar)
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Intro and verse:
(Guitar 1:)
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(Intro riff, Bass and Guitar1)
Some of you all never been down South too much...
I' 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.

E
Down in Louisiana
E
Where the alligators grow so mean
E
Lived a girl that I swear to the world
E
Made the alligators look tame

[NC]       A
Polk salad Annie
                 E
'Gators got your granny
     G                  A
Everybody said it was a shame

        G                       A           E
For the mama was working on the chain-gang
E
What a mean, vicious woman

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

[nc]       A
Polk salad Annie
                E
'Gators got you granny
     G                  A
Everybody said it was a shame
           G                       A             E
'Cause the mama was working on the chain-gang
E
Whoo, how wretched, dispiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,
E
Lord have mercy.

E
Sock a little Polk salad to him
E
Yeah, you know what, yeah, yeah

E
But daddy was a lazy and a no-count
E
Claimed he had a bad back
E
All her brothers were fit for
E
Was stealing watermelons out of my truck

[nc]                A
For once Polk salad Annie
                 E
'Gators got your granny
     G                  A
Everybody said it was a shame
        G                       A             E
For the mama was working on the chain-gang

E
Sock a little Polk salad to him
E
You know what meets a meal mention
E
You sock a little
E
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah

(Intro riff Bass and Guitar 1)

E
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
E
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon

E
Sock a little Polk salad to him
E
You know what meets a meal mention
E
Sock a little Polk salad to him
E
You know what meets a meal mention
E
Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling

E 

Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean,

There lived a girl that I swear to the World, made the alligators look mean,

A                               E

Polk Salad Annie, the gators got your Granny,

        G            A           G                         A

Everybody said it was a shame, Cos her Mama was a working on the chain gang,

E

(oh, oh, oh,)

E

Every little day ‘fore supper time, she’d go down to the truck patch,

And pick her mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a coal sack.

A                               E

Polk Salad Annie, the gators got your Granny,

G                   A           G                           A

Everybody said it was a shame, Cos her Mama was a working on the chain gang,

E

(oh, oh, oh,)

(BASS BREAK)

E

Her daddy was lazy and no count, claimed he had a bad back,

All her brothers were fit for, was stealing watermelons out of my truck patch.

A                               E

Polk Salad Annie, the gators got your Granny,

 G                  A          G                            A

Everybody said it was a shame, Cos her Mama was a working on the chain gang,

E

(oh,oh,oh,)

(Sock a little polk salad to me, you no I need it..............)