Lyrics:
three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack
the helping book and bring it to your shack
And a tree of knowledge in your soul will grow
And the Helping Friendly Book will plant the seed
But I warn you
I d like to be somewhere else
Like to be all by myself
Like to be down at the beach
Relaxing at the sugar shack
Hot dogs coffee black
Coca cola
Maureen of mine
Set me free free from black gold
Our love never can be
Once we lived in a shack
Drilled for oil precious black gold
And this
We always wanted a big two story house
Back when we lived in that little two room shack
We wanted fame and fortune
And we'd live life the way
til my ears started to ring
I followed a trail to through the hollow
To a shack back in the woods
Its my eighteenth birthday
Honey come out
a tumble-down shack and a rusty old mill,
But it's my home sweet home up on Mockin'bird Hill
the shack
And the backwoods are black
'Cause the clouds hid the moon away
The light from my cigarette flickers in the dark
The only way she knows I'm here
in her shack by the sea
Nobody knows it and she never shows it
She's spreading her table for me
[Chorus]
Who is she seeing, how cruel she is
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city
It was a one room shack that slept ten
I was raised on corn bread and gravy
And I slept in a cardboard box till I was nearly three
I bathed myself in muddy river runnin' by our shack
By
riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack
We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
And her buckskin
I'm riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack
We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
They say a man's home is his castle
He's like a king on a throne
(Gene)
It may be a shack down alongside of track
But everything in it's his own
on the same tree, in
The splinters of the thunder bolt.
In a broken shack an old man takes his time about dyin'
And just at the back a wild flowerbed that
the life O?Riley in the beat down shack
When I hear a whistle I can peep through the crack
Watch the train rollin? when it?s ballin? the jack
Love to hear
the shack
Picking cotton for a living keep 'em on the right track
Visiting the nieghbours trying to spread the good news
Singing gospel music with
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep
to make, want to make
Love to you
In the afternoon, in the afternoon
The wind is howling baby outside the shack
Train whistle blowin' from across
elsewhere
Oh, I'm staying nowhere with love
Well, it's better to be happy in a cardboard shack
Than to be alone in a castle
All you get for your money
I just blew in from the windy city
The windy city is mighty pretty
But they ain't got what we got, no sirree
They've got shacks up to seven
On a rainy windy morning, on the day that I was born
In that old sharecropping, one room country shack
They said my mammie left me the day before
Come all you good people and lend me your ear
I got a sad story that you oughta hear
The wind it was howlin' 'round Sam Older's shack
The night
at the shack and I'm sure no one is there
I'm putting the aerial up, so I can go out on the air
On the air
On the air
On the air
Every morning I'm out
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