Johnny Long & His Orchestra — 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