He's a Son of the South

He's a Son of the South - Louis Armstrong and His Orchestra

Oh if he's dressed up to kill

His feet won't keep still

You know He's a Son of the South

Oh if he sings with a swing

And It's just like a king

You can bet He's a Son of the South

Hear women sigh

When he goes by

He's their delight

He's so polite

If he's right on the spot

And the music gets hot

You can bet He's a Son of the South