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There's a shanty in a town on a little plot o' ground With the green grass growin' all around, all around The roof's so worn, so badly torn That it tumbles to the ground

Just a tumbledown shack and it's built way back About twenty-five feet from the railroad track Lingers on my mind most all of the time Keeps callin' me back to my little old shack

I'd be just as sassy as Haile Selassie If I were King, wouldn't mean a thing Put my boots on tall, read the writin' on the wall And it wouldn't mean a thing, not a doggone thing

There's a Queen waitin' there in a rockin' chair Just blowin' her top on Gator's Beer Lookin' all around and truckin' on down 'Cause I'm dyin' to get back to my shanty town