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Time for a chorus of


They passed an ordinance in the town
That said we'd have to tear it down --
That little old shack out back so dear to me.
Though the Health Fepartment said
It's day was over and dead
It will stand forever in my memory.

Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down!
Don't let 'em tear that precious building down!
Don't let 'em tear that dear old building down,
For there's not another like it in the country or the town.

It was not too long ago
That I went tripping through the snow
Out to that house behind my old hound dog,
Where I'd sit me down to rest,
Like a snow bird on her nest,
And read the Sears and Roebuck catalog.

I would hum a happy tune
Peeping through the quarter moon,
As my Pappy's kin had done before.
It was in that quiet spot
Daily cares could be forgot.
It gave the same relief to rich and poor.

Cho.

Now, it was not a castle fair,
But I could dream my future there,
And build My castles to the yellow jacket's drone.
I could orbit round the sun,
Fight with General Washington,
Or be a king upon his golden throne.

It wasn't fancy built at all,
It had newspapers on the wall,
It was air conditioned in the winter time.
It was just a humble hut,
But it's door was never shut,
And a man could get inside without a dime.

Cho.


-- Billy Ed Wheeler
Copyright © Quartet Music, Inc. & Bexhill Music
from the singing of Ed Britt