Lyrics:
livin' in a little old shack
You seemed real happy with my jinglin' John's pocket money
Till the grapevine told her that foldin' Fred was back.
Well,
There's a whole lotta people lookin' down their noses at me
Cause I didn't come from a wealthy family
There was ten of us livin' in a two room shack
White houses in neat little rows
Contrasting against the sky
Tumbled down black shacks over the tracks
Children so hungry they could cry
The chrome,
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was it taught me how to cry,
The holler
and wagons 'round the river road shack
Bonfires draw in a crowd out back
Step through the door and I see my Sheri
That's when I see her mamas eyes on me.
In a vine covered shack in the mountains
Bravely fighting the battle of time
There's a dear one who's weathered life sorrows
It's that silver
a Cadillac"
I bought you a ten dollar dinner, and you said: thanks for the snack
I let you live in my penthouse, you said it just a shack
I gave seven
trouble in the lowland, I know.
Dark clouds risin,' trouble in the lowland, I know.
Lord, I wants to leave this old shack, but I'm afraid to go.
It's been
We don't need no great big house on a hill top
Just a share croppers shack by a railroad track
And a well in the back will do
Though few may find
haunted house, for three long years today.
I been in this haunted house, for three long years today.
Blue Ghost is got my shack surrounded, oh Lord, and I
the shacks all have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And ginger ale too
And you can paddle
All around it in a big canoe
rundown shotgun shack
I like the feel of silk and satin
So I don't know why I wear black
I love New York City
Bet your cowgirl boots I do
But if they ask
comes naturally
(Doin' what comes naturally)
Cousin Jack insured his shack
And now he plays with matches
He'll collect, just wait and see
Doin'
of their shacks
There is mean things happening in this land
There is mean things happening in this land
But the Union's going on
And the Union's growing
paper shack
With a pump out front and some junk out back
But inside there was always a
Hot cup of coffee
And a warm place around the fire for anyone
John
On a rainy
Windy morning that's the day that
I was born on in the old sharecroppers one
Room country shack
They say my mummy left me
Same day that
I live in a three-room shack
It's not much to see
No special lights on my Christmas tree
Not this Christmas for me
I may not get a Christmas card
(uh-huh)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back (yeah)
And she loves to show me off of course
Smiles every time
Rumor spreadin' 'round
In that Texas town
About that shack outside La Grange
And you know what I'm talkin' about
Just let me know if you wanna go
made
Me shake like a lonely shack
Trembling in an earthquake
Just like the walls of
Jericho, tumbling down, you know
I couldn’t help falling for you
shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're coolin' on a corner with your fly bitch (biatch)
Laid back in the shack, play this track
Somebody was watching
There was a time when
Peace, I could not find
Nothing to call my own
No job, no car, no home
Staying in a one room shack
All I
don't you, don't you, don't you
Don't mess with crack or the baking soda
Whether in the high-rise where you live like Roda
Or in the shack and you live
the railroad track
Live the life of Riley in the beaten-down shack
So when I hear a whistle I can peek through the crack
And watch the train a-rolling when
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