SHANTY TOWN

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
25 feet from the railroad track,
Lingers in my mind
Most all of the time,
Keeps calling me back
To my little old shack.
I'm 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.
A-looking all around
And a-trucking on down,
How I want to get back to my shanty town!

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