Song of the South

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Music Chorus:
Song of the South your

music weaves a magic spell...

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Song of the South,

I see the scenes I know so well...

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Cottonwoods in blossom, over my

cabin door. Pale moon light on a field of white...

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You bring them back once more...

Music Solo:
I Seem to hear those gentle

voices calling low. Out of the long, long ago.

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This heart of mine is in the heart of dixie.

That's where I belong. Singin' a song, a Song of the South

Remus:
(Chuckling) Yes suh... dey's udder ways o' learnin'

'bout de behind feet of a mule den gettin' kicked by 'em.

Remus:
Sure as I'm named Remus. An' Jes' cause dese

yer tales 'bout critters like Brer Rabbit, an' Brer Fox...

Remus:
Dat don' mean dey ain't de

same like kin happen to folks...

Remus:
So dem what can't learn from a tale 'bout critters,

jes' ain't got dey ears tuned fer lis'nin.

Remus:
Like as not dey too busy goin' along

all mixt up wid dey own troubles, uh...

Remus:
Like de time dat Miss Sally an' Mister John

was comin' down to de plantation.

Johnny:
Mama?

Sally:
Yes Johnny?

Johnny:
Why are we going to Grandma's?

Sally:
Well -- I told you dear, for a visit.

Johnny:
Why don't she come to see us,

like she did last spring?

Sally:
Well, Because it -- I thought

you'd enjoy seeing the plantation.

Johnny:
Is Grandma mad at us?

Sally:
But of course not, Johnny.

What ever gave you that idea?

Johnny:
Well, Georgie says everybody's mad

at what Daddy writes in the newspaper.

Johnny:
Don't Grandma read the newspaper?

Don't she?

John:
She does. And she likes what's in it.

Sally:
John, please.

Johnny:
Are you mad at each other too?

Sally:
Why no, dear. Of course not.

Tempy:
Gracious goodness, Johnny... We's almost dar!

Lissen!

Tempy:
You ain't never heer'd no

frogs like dem in Atlanta.

John:
You know what they're saying?

John:
Knee-deep! Knee-deep!

Johnny:
Honest?

John:
Honest.

Johnny:
Knee-deep! Knee-deep!

John:
You know, when I was your age,

I used to catch lots of 'em.

John:
I remember one time I - ah - hid a whole box of

'em over in your grandma's milk house

John:
And they got loose.

Tempy:
Yes, an' I 'members what

you got for doin' it too.

John:
Well, it was old Uncle Remus' fault, you know.

He told me that story about Brer Frog.

Tempy:
De tale 'bout his havin' a tail an' losin' it?

John:
That's it. Only...

How can there be a tale...

Tempy and John:
When dey ain't no tail.

Johnny:
Aunt Tempy?

Tempy:
What is it, child?

Johnny:
Is Uncle Remus real?

Tempy:
Real? Co'se he's real. You jes' wait 'til you hears

him tell a tale 'bout Brer Rabbit.

Tempy:
Den you'll know he's real.

Doshy:
Welcome home, my daughter.

Doshy:
And you too, sir. Oh, it's good to have a man in

the house again. Turn around here, young man.

Doshy:
Let me have a look at you. You favor your

grandfather more every time I see you. Toby!

Toby:
Yassum, Miss Doshy.

Doshy:
This is my grandson Johnny..

And he's the apple of my eye.

Doshy:
Now, you take good care

of him and show him our plantation.

Doshy:
And if he gets into trouble,

you see that he gets out of it.

Toby:
Yassum.

Doshy:
I hope you're a noisy boy. I love noisy children.

Doshy:
It makes it so much easier to tell where they are

and what they're up to.

Johnny:
Aunt Tempy, is that Uncle Remus?

Tempy:
Uncle Remus? Lawzy no, honey.

Dat's jes' Ned.

Toby:
Come on, I'll show you the big grandpa clock.

Doshy:
I've been hearing about the

clatter you've raised in Atlanta.

Doshy:
Thumping for cotton mills, railways,

and... heaven knows what.

Ned:
Miss Doshy?

Where do you want me to put dishyer trunk?

Doshy:
Put it in the.. Oh well, never mind.

Perhaps I'd better show him myself. Come along.

Doshy:
Now be careful you don't bump into things.

John:
Sally...

John:
Well? What are you going to tell her?

Have you changed your mind,

John:
or are you still going to stay?

Sally:
Oh, I have to stay John.

It wouldn't be fair to mama.

Sally:
She has enough responsibility --

I'm not going to saddle her with ours.

John:
But it's only for a short time.

She's be only too glad to take care of Johnny.

Toby:
When dat big han' gits straight up,

watch out!

Toby:
What I tell you!

John:
Oh, Miss Doshy, Sally wants Johnny to stay

here for awhile... with you.

Doshy:
What will you do?

John:
Oh, I'm going back.

And I want Sally to go with me.

Sally:
It's no use, John.

I'm not going back.

John:
Then... I'll have to go without you.

And I'd better hurry, or I'll miss my train.

Doshy:
Miss it! You won't regret it.

Johnny:
Daddy? You're going back?

John:
Yes, son.

Johnny:
Why?

John:
I have to.

Johnny:
But -- You -- You've never left mama and me before.

John:
No, I know. But I've got a job

to do, and you've got one too.

John:
Taking care of mother and grandmother.

You'll do that now for me, won't you?

John:
Goodbye, son.

John:
Goodbye Miss Doshy.

Doshy:
Goodbye John.

John:
Goodbye Sally.

Sally:
Goodbye.

Johnny:
Daddy! Don't! Don't go! Please Daddy!

Please! I won't stay here!

Johnny:
If you go, I'm going too!

Johnny Crying

Music Chorus:
That's what Uncle Remus said,

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Listen now to what I say.

That's how the critters got that way.

Music Solo:
The leopard's pappy got the gout

from eatin' too much speckle trout.

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His mammy dreamed of polka dots.

Chorus:
That's how the leopard got his spots.

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That's what Uncle Remus said,

That's what Uncle Remus said.

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Speckle trout and polka dots.

Solo:
That's how the leopard got his spots

Music Chorus:
More, more, tell us more.

Solo:
The camel crossed the desert sands,

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with all them mighty caravans.

His bed was full of sandy lumps,

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That's how the camel got those humps.

Music Chorus:
That's what Uncle Remus said,

that's what Uncle Remus said.

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Sandy bed was full of lumps...

Solo:
That's how the camel got those humps.

Music Chorus:
More, more, tell us more.

Solo:
The pig he saw his monkey friend,

Music Solo:
A swinging by his other end.

He tried the same thing on a rail.

Music Solo:
That's how the pig got a curly tail.

Remus:
Yes sir, dat's de way wid Brer Rabbit --

sho's I'm named Remus.

Remus:
'Bout de time he git it stuck in his mind

dat dey ain't nobody kin out-do 'im,

Remus:
Up somebody'd jump an do him scan'lous.

Remus:
What you laughin' 'bout?

sez Brer Fox, sez he.

Remus:
An' Brer Rabbit, he couldn't say nothin'.

Well den, sez Brer Fox, sez he...

Remus:
I'll settle yo' hash right now.

And wid dat he grab Brer Rabbit

Remus:
by de tail and made fo' to dash 'im

agin' de groun'. But jes' den,

Remus:
Brer Rabbit's tail snap off real short,

an' he tuck thru the cotton patch

Remus:
like de dogs was after 'im.

An' from dat day to dis,

Remus:
de only tail dat Brer Rabbit's got to his name

was a lil' ol' ball o' cotton.

Pearl:
An' what happen to Brer Fox, Uncle Remus?

Remus:
(Chuckles) T'won't do to put too

much cloth for to cut one pair of pants.

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