Song of the South

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Music Chorus:
Song of the South your

music weaves a magic spell...

Music Chorus:
Song of the South,

I see the scenes I know so well...

Music Chorus:
Cottonwoods in blossom, over my

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

Music Chorus:
You bring them back once more...

Music Solo:
I Seem to hear those gentle

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

Music Chorus:
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?

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