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There's a shanty in a town on a little plot of groundwhere the green grass grows all around, all around,and the roof's so torn so badly wornit touches to the ground.Just a tumbledown shack that sits way backabout twenty-five feet from the railroad track;hanging on the line most all the timekeeps 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. Aus Songtexte Mania