I'm going to tell you a little bit about this so that you understand what I'm talking about. Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods in the fields. Looks something like a turnip green. Everybody calls it poke salad. Poke salad. Used to know a girl lived down there and she'd go out in the evenings and take her mess of it. Carry it home and cook it for supper. Cause that's about all they had to eat. But they did all right. Now down in Louisiana where the alligators grow so mean. There lived a girl that I swear to the world made the alligators look tame. Poke salad Annie. Poke salad Annie. Everybody said it was a shame. Cause her mama was working on a chain game. A mean vicious woman. Every day for supper time she'd go down by the truck patch. And pick her mess of poke salad. And carry it home in a tow sack. Poke salad Annie. The gators got your granny. Everybody said it was a shame. Cause her mama was working on a chain game. A wretched spiteful straight razor toed woman. Lord I must have picked my mess of it. Her daddy was lazy and no count. Claimed he had a bad back. All her brothers were fit for was stealing watermelons out of my truck patch. Poke salad Annie. The gators got your granny. Everybody said it was a shame. Cause her mama was working on a chain game. Sock a little poke salad to me. You know I need me a mess of it. Got the hair on me. Ate her up.