Polk Salad Annie sing and play along

Down in Lou'siana suppertime,

where the alligators grow so mean,

patch, there lived a a girl o' that I swear to the world made the alligators look tame;

sack; Polk Salad Annie,

the Polk tors Salad Annie.

Ev'rybody said it was a shame,

'cause her mama was aworkin' on the chain gang.

Every day si 'fore a suppertime,

she'd go alli down tors by the truck patch,

and pick her a mess o' polk I salad the and carry it li home in a tow sack;

Polk Salad Annie,

the ga tors got your granny.

Ev'rybody said it was a shame,

'cause her mama was aworkin' on the chain gang.