Ode to the Little Brown Shack (Billy Ed Wheeler) They past an ordinance in the town Said we'd have to tear it down That little brown shack out back so dear to me Though the health department 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 little brown building down Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down 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 Just like my Pappy's kin had done before It was in that quiet pot Daily cares could be forgot And it gave the same relief to rich and poor It was not a castle fair I could build my future there Build castles to the yellow jacket's drone I could orbit round the sun Fight with General Washington Or be a king upon his own throne It wasn't fancy built at all Had newspapers on the wall It was air conditioned in the wintertime It was just a humble hut But it's door was never shut And a man could get inside without a dime Copyright Quartet Music, Inc. & Bexhill Music from the singing of Ed Britt SOF
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