Untitled

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The Long Winters - Pop

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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

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