Polk Salad Annie (Live) Chords

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'd like to do it for some folks that came up from Corpus Christi. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Now some of y'all that still ain't never been down south. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm gonna tell you about it one more time, _ _ _ _ _ _ so that you understand what we're talking about.
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_ [E] _ _ _ Down there we got a plant, _ _ _ _ _ [Em] looks something like a turnip green, _ [E] _ _ except it ain't.
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[E] _ Cause everybody calls it folk celery. _ _ _ _ _ _
That's [A] folk _ [Bb] _ [B] celery. _
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_ Now I used to know a girl that lived down there. _
_ _ _ _ _ She'd go out in the evenings and pick her little bit of it, _ _ _ _ _ _ carry it home and cook it for supper.
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_ And if she had any left over, _ _ _ she'd hang it out on the clothesline _ and dry it out _ _ and smoke it. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ But she did alright, y'all.
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_ _ _ _ _ I slept down in _ Louisiana _ where the alligator grew so mean.
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The little girl that I swear to the world made the alligator look tame.
[D] Folk [A]
celery, _ _ folk _ _ [E]
celery.
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Everybody said it [A] was a shame, _ [G] cause her mama was a [E]-workin' on a chain gang. _ _
A mean, vicious woman.
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Every day for supper time, _ go down by the truck patch. _
Pick her miserable celery, _ _ carry it home in her tow sack.
Folk [A] celery, now.
_ _ _ The alligator [E] got to grind it.
Folk, folk.
_ [G] Everybody said it [Em] was a shame, _ [A] cause her mama was a-workin' on a chain [E] gang. _ _
A rich head, _ [A] _ [E] _
_ _ _ spiteful, _ [A] _ [E] _
_ _ straight razor-toed woman. _
_ _ _ Alright, baby, alright. _ _
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_ _ She _ _ [A] _ [E]
lived in Louisiana, y'all. _ _
Claimed he had a bad bank.
_ _ And all her brothers were fit for _ stealin' [A] watermelons out of [E] my truck patch.
Folk [A] celery, now.
_ _ _ The alligator [E] got to grind it.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Everybody said it was [A] a shame, _ [G] cause her mama was a-workin' [A] on a chain [E] gang. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Chocolata, folk celery to me.
_ _ No one need me or me, silly.
_ _ _ Chocolata, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
chocolata. _ _ _ _ _ _
Chocolata, _ _ _ _ _ _ chocolata.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ Folk celery, now. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ You the guy that's the only man [E] in here. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Folk celery, now. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Choo! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Thank y'all.