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There's a shanty in a town on a little plot of ground
Where the green grass grows all around, all around
And the roof's so torn so badly worn
It touches to the ground
Just a tumbledown shack that sits way back
About twenty-five feet from the railroad track;
Hanging on the line most all the time
Keeps calling me back to my little grass 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 stack on Raineer beer
And I'm looking all around and I'm trucking on down
'cause I gotta get back to my shanty town

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 stack on Raineer beer
And I'm looking all around and I'm trucking on down
'cause I gotta get back to my shanty town
I gotta get back to my shanty town