Some of y'all never been down south too much.
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this
so that you understand what I'm talking about.
Down there we have a plant that grows
out in the woods in the fields.
Looks something like a turnip green.
Everybody call it pork salad.
Pork.
Salad.
Mm.
Used to know a girl lived down there
and she'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it.
Carry it home and cook it for supper.
Cause that's about all they had to eat.
They did all right.
Now down in Louisiana
where the alligators grow so mean.
The little girl that I swear to the world
made the alligators look tame.
Pork salad, Annie.
Pork salad, Annie.
Everybody said it was a shame
cause her mama was a-workin' on a chain gang.
A mean vicious woman.
Every day for supper time she'd go down by the
truck patch and pick her a mess of pork salad.
Carry it home in a tow sack.
Pork salad, Annie.
The gators got your granny.
Chomp.
Chomp.
Chomp.
Everybody said it was a shame cause
her mama was a-workin' on a chain gang.
A Richard Spatful straight razor-toed woman.
Lord, I must have picked my mess up.
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.
Pork salad, Annie.
The gators got your granny.
Ooh.
Everybody said it was a shame
cause her mama was a-workin' on a chain gang.
Suck a little pork salad too.
Ain't no one eating me a mess of it.
Good God.
Got
the hair on me.
Oh wow.
Ate her up.
Oh wow.