The ladies of the garden club say His home is just a disgrace to the town If the Mayor wants re-elected He'd better pass some laws and tear it down
They wanna cover it with flowers Maybe even plant some dogwood trees I guess that they've forgotten When we were kids what that place used to be
I know it's just a shanty now But Lord, that place was built with human tears For it's the home of Uncle Lem Who was born and raised and lived there ninety years
There's not a boy in this whole town Hasn't stopped for water at his well Or sat on his porch in the evenin' And listened to the stories that he'd tell
Oh, his hair was the color of a cotton field And his skin was old and brown And he was born in that rundown shack Before there was a town
He bought that shack and a piece of earth For the highest price to pay His mom was bought and sold there Uncle Lem was born'd a slave
The mayor and some ladies of the garden club Went out to tell Uncle Lem that he'd have to find a new place to live Well, they found him there in that old broken down rockin' chair And on an old paper bag they found his will
"Nor I wanna leave my old shotgun to the fine mayor of this town For I remember when he a little fella, he used to follow me around I wish I had more to give to my friends that I love But all I've got is this old shack and a piece of earth And I want it to go to the ladies of the garden club"
Oh, his hair was the color of a cotton field And his skin was old and brown And he was born in that rundown shack Before there was a town
He bought that shack and a piece of earth For the highest price to pay His mom was bought and sold there Uncle Lem was born'd a slaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
