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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