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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