Her daddy was lazy and no-account
Claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for
Was stealin’ watermelons out of my truck patch
Polk Salad Annie
The gators got your granny (chomp, chomp, chomp)
Everybody said it was a shame
‘Cos her mama was workin’ on a chain gang…
It’s Poke (not Polk) Salad Annie… (you know, like pokeweed?)
Or… was that part of your nefarious plan to get the song stuck in my brain?
If you have a southern accent, it’s pronounced poke*, but the copyright of the song is registered under the spelling of polk. Don’t ask me, I’m from Canada! I had no idea what he was saying for 30-odd years when he referred to it looking “something like a turnip green.” Turnip green? Us northerners don’t know nothin’ 'bout no turnip greens.
And hey, my nefarious plan worked! 
P.S.: sorry about the bad coding. I’ve only been awake for about 10 minutes! Need…caffeine…now…
I was in McDonald’s for four minutes yesterday to use their ATM and now I have
It never rains in California
blah blah blah blah
it pours…MAN it pours…
blah blah blah blah
I wanna go HOME…
I’ve got one in there that comes back and visits at intervals, like an annoying relative.
One, two, three:
There is a tavern in the town
(in the town)
And there my dear love sits him down
(sits him dow-ow-own)
and blah blah blah and blanky blanky eee
And never ever thinks of me
(thinks of me)
Fare the well, for I must leave you
do not let the parting grieve you
just remember that the best of friends must part
(must part!)
Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu
(adieu, adieu)
I can no longer stay with you
(stay with you-ou-ou)
I’ll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree,
And may the world go well with thee.
Oh! dig my grave both wide and deep
(wide and deep)
Put tombstones at my head and feet
(head and fee-ee-eet)
And on my breast carve a little turtle dove,
To signify I died of love!
Wow, you are absolutely right. Google on “polk salad” and you get tons of links to the song. Type in “poke salad” and you get tons of links about poke salad. So Tony Joe White was wrong all this time!
Argh! Someone on the previous page mentioned cowboys, and now I’ve wound up with The Björk Song jammed in my brain. Out! :smack: Out! :smack: Out! :smack:
No, not a Björk song…The Björk Song
Actually I have two, they sort of alternate:
"It’s restless nights and endless fights,
100 miles with no headlights,
Fiddles and accordians,
Tear stained steel guitars.
Tar paper shack,
Whiskey and smack,
2 guns left on a 5 rifle rack
Somebody round here’s gonna get killed and that’s for sure!"
[God help me!]
“Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looks like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It’s not confidential
I’ve got potential”
Ack! No way, Gravity…I’m never singing that song again. 
Aw… c’mon Hal, you know you want to…
So. Damn. Catchy… can’t escape…
Oh no.
I never should have re-opened this thread!