Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Untitled, artist - The Long Winters. Date of issue: 07.10.2013
Song language: English
Untitled |
| 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 |