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! LP oct96
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