Don't wanna write about the South,
I don't wanna!
There's books to be sold outside.
Ain't gonna write about the South,
I ain't gonna!
But, Baby, there's gold outside.
Though you may think I'm acting formal,
I don't like decline and decay.
I'd rather be growing up normal.
South Ca'lina, please take it away.
(Ay-ay-ay)
I'm not gonna knock, I'm a booster —
Kindly tell that to Simon and Schuster.
I'm gonna shut my mouth,
Not write a word about the Southland
Down by the Gullahs.
How we gonna break the news to Carson McCullers?

CODA

Hey, Baby, Southland,
Say, Baby! won't you change your mind?
No! No! No! No!