Fatback, Louisiana, USA
They got a song about Cincinnati and Tennessee
But nobody's wrote about the town that's happened to me
It's just a little west of New Orleans
Where life is just a great big bowl of butter beans
'Cuz they serve you possum thirty-seven times a day
In Fatback, Louisiana U.S.A.
And let me tell ya every hog has got it made
'Cuz he wallers in a puddle filled with marmalade
And every cow is just the fattest what-am
From eating black cane molasses with her candied yams
Brother, everybody's living in a great big way
In Fatback, Louisiana, U.S.A.
Now every house
Ain't the ritz
But they're handy when you're hungry
'Cuz they're built outta grits
And listen boy, when you're ill
You get a black-eyed pea instead of a pill
And let me tell ya when you come to call down there
You're gonna get a ham gravy that'll curl your hair
They pour a quart of brandy over a ham
And add a pint of gin and let it simmer in the pan
Then they drink up all the juice and throw the ham away
In Fatback, Louisiana, U.S.A.
Now every house
Ain't the Ritz
But they're handy when you're hungry
'Cuz they're built outta grits
And listen boy, when you're ill
You get a black-eyed pea instead of a pill
There's a turnip green cupboard cottage waitin' for me
A gal on the veranda name of Lulabell Lee
And by the window is her dear old Pa
Just a sippin' Jack Daniels thru a straw
So hand me down my hat and I'll be on my way
'Cuz I'm feeling kinda hungry and I'm fixin' to stay
In Fatback, Louisiana, U.S.A.