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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

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