In oral circulation, Putney School, Putney, VT, 1954:

There's a shanty in the town
On a little plot of ground
Where the green grass grows all around, all around.
The roof's so worn,
So badly torn,
That it tumbles to the ground.
It's a little old shack,
And it's set right back
Twenty-five feet from the railroad track,
Lingers on my mind
Most all of the time,
Keeps calling me back
To my little old shack --

Feeling just as sassy
As Haile Selassie --
If I were a king
'Twouldn't mean a thing.
Put my boots on tall,
Read the writing on the wall,
And it wouldn't mean a thing,
Not a goddam thing.
There's a queen waiting there
In a rocking chair,
Blowing her top on some gator beer.
Looking all around
And a trucking on down,
How I want to get back to my shantytown.