They got a song about
Cincinnati and Tennessee
But nobody's wrote
about the town
that's heaven to me
It's just a little west of New Orleans
Where life is just a great
big bowl of butter beans
Cause they serve your possum
thirty -seven times a day
In Fatback, Louisiana, USA
And let me tell you,
every hog has got it made
Cause he wallows in a puddle
filled with marmalade
An d every cow is just the fattest
what am from eating black cane molasses
with her candid yams brother
Everybody's living in a great big way
in fat back, Louisiana USA
now every house ain't the Ritz
But they're handy when
you're hungry
cause they're built out of
grits and listen boy
When you're ill you get
a black eyed pea
Instead of a pill and let me tell you
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
USA
Now every house ain't the rich
But they're handy when
you're hungry
Cause they're built out of grits
And listen, boy, when you're ill
You get a black -eyed pea
instead of a pill
There's a turnip -green
-covered cottage
Waitin' for me
A gal on the veranda
named Lulabelle Lee
An d by the window is her dear old Pa,
just a -sippin' Jack Daniels
through a straw.
So hand me down my hat
and I'll be on my way,
cause I'm feelin' kinda hungry
and I'm fixin' to stay in Pac -Pac,
Louisiana, USA!