In A Shanty In Old Shanty Town

There's a shanty in the town on a little plot of ground

With the green grass growing all around, all around

The roof's so worn, so badly torn

Til 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 the time

Keeps calling me back to my little old shack

I'd be just as sassy as Haile Selassie

If I were a king it wouldn't mean a thing

Put my boots on tall, read the writing on the wall

And it wouldn't mean a thing, not a doggone thing

There's a queen waiting there in a rocking chair

Just blowing her top on Gaiter's beer

Looking all around and I'm trucking on down

'cause I'm glad to get back to my shanty town