When Polk ‘Salad’ Sammy rode into Katoomba

November 10, 2018

There once ruled a coercive Canadian,

Big bully Sammy had rode into town,

Her fiefdom in our tourist office,

Hated everyone, abused locals, she had no clue,

Schitzo, dark on the mountains, and the world,

“A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin’ woman”,

Polk Salad Sammy

Psycho gaters had got at Sammy

Must have been of Snag up Yukon,

Where temps plummet to minus 63 °C,

Where there’s no-one,

C’ept Salad Sammy

Polk Salad Sammy lasted five secs in Katoomba. Never worked supervising, and admitted she had been unsure about whether it would work and surely it didn’t.

So that you’ll understand what I’ll talkin’ about, here’s American Swamp Rock’s Tony Joe White’s original 1968 classic song ‘Polk Salad Annie‘…so that ya’ll understand what I’ll talkin’ about:

Polk Salad Annie lyrics:

If some of ya’ll never been down the South too much
I’m gonna tell you a little bit about this
So that you’ll understand what I’m talkin’ about
Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods
And in the fields. Looks somethin’ like a turnip green

And they call it polk salad, polk salad Annie

(grunt)
Used to know a girl lived down there
And she’d go out in the evenings to take a mess of it
And carry it home and cook it for supper
‘Cause that’s about all they had to eat

They did all right

Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean
There lived a girl that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
Polk salad Annie, polk salad Annie
Everybody said it was a shame
‘Cause her momma was a workin’ on a chain gang
A mean vicious woman

(grunt)

Every day before supper time, she’d go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
Polk salad Annie. The gators got your granny

Chomp, chomp, chomp

Everybody said it was a shame
‘Cause her momma was a workin’ on a chain gang
A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin’ woman, heh, heh
Lord have mercy, pick a mess of it.

(Harmonica break)

(Grunt)

Her daddy was lazy no count, claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for was stealin’ watermelons out of my truck patch
Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny

Ooh Ooh Ohh
Everybody said it was a shame
‘Cause her momma was a workin’ on the chain gang

Sock a little polk salad to me

You know I need meal mess of it.

(..multi grunts…unprintable)