Elvis Presley - Polk Salad Annie - EPiC Version

We're gonna get dirty on here, ladies and gentlemen! Got a little morphine on me Give me a little hash hash, baby Polk Salad Annie, where is your fanny at? Dear Lord! Some of y'all never been down south too much I'ma tell you a little story so that you'll understand what 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 Let's polk salad! Polk! Used to know a girl lived down there And she'd go out in the evenings and She'd march a little bit, and she'd Anyway, uh, she'd go out and pick a mess of it Don't make any sense does it? Pick a mess of what? Carry it home and cook it for supper 'Cause that's about all they had to eat But they did alright, mm 'Cause that's about all they had to eat But they did alright But they did alright Down in Louisiana Where the alligators grow so mean Lived a girl that I swear to the world Made the alligators look tame (ah) Polk Salad Annie, eety got your granny, ooh Everybody said it was a shame, y'all 'Cause her mama was a-workin' on the chain gang A mean, vicious, straight razor-totin' woman Lord, have mercy Every day before suppertime 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, eety got your granny Everybody said it was a shame 'Cause her mama was a-workin' on the chain gang (ooh) Yeah, sock a little polk salad No one need to be a mess Sock a little polk salad Alright, you're right There you go Sock a little polk salad No one need to be a mess Sock a little No one need to be a mess Sock a little