Post by lunaria on May 3, 2006 9:59:32 GMT -5
The Old Shanty
There's an old shanty in the deep of the wood
I'd be there now if I could
The trees are tall and the leaves are green
There are flowers as beautiful as you've ever seen
On the front porch there's an old rockin' chair
I can just see grandpa sittin' there
Chawin' tobaccy and pettin' the coon
And spittin' in the brass spittoon
Grandma's beside him in a matchin' chair
In a faded dress and feet so bare
Smokin' a corn pipe and snappin' beans
And makin' eyes at grandpa in his faded jeans
A big old tire hangs from a strong oak tree
Where the kids can swing wild and free
There's a wooden barrel to catch the rain
For ma to do the washin' should she want to again
There's a two holed out house way out back
Quite a stretch from the shanty shack
With a crescent moon carved in the door
And rolls of toilet paper on the floor
Inside the shack is where ma does the cookin'
She takes a swig of whisky when nobody's lookin'
Makes a big batch of collard green
Throws in some pork and it ain't lean
Ya, I'd be there if I could
But it wouldn't do me any good
Everyone is long gone, up and died
But I'd go an visit if I could get a ride
Oh, I can imagine in my minds eye
Ma's freshly baked gooseberry pie
And all the cookin' smells comin' from that shack
Even the smell from the out house out back
And, oh, how I long for that old shanty shack
Where we were poor but we had no lack
Even though everybody up and died
I'd still go an visit if I could get a ride.
Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)
There's an old shanty in the deep of the wood
I'd be there now if I could
The trees are tall and the leaves are green
There are flowers as beautiful as you've ever seen
On the front porch there's an old rockin' chair
I can just see grandpa sittin' there
Chawin' tobaccy and pettin' the coon
And spittin' in the brass spittoon
Grandma's beside him in a matchin' chair
In a faded dress and feet so bare
Smokin' a corn pipe and snappin' beans
And makin' eyes at grandpa in his faded jeans
A big old tire hangs from a strong oak tree
Where the kids can swing wild and free
There's a wooden barrel to catch the rain
For ma to do the washin' should she want to again
There's a two holed out house way out back
Quite a stretch from the shanty shack
With a crescent moon carved in the door
And rolls of toilet paper on the floor
Inside the shack is where ma does the cookin'
She takes a swig of whisky when nobody's lookin'
Makes a big batch of collard green
Throws in some pork and it ain't lean
Ya, I'd be there if I could
But it wouldn't do me any good
Everyone is long gone, up and died
But I'd go an visit if I could get a ride
Oh, I can imagine in my minds eye
Ma's freshly baked gooseberry pie
And all the cookin' smells comin' from that shack
Even the smell from the out house out back
And, oh, how I long for that old shanty shack
Where we were poor but we had no lack
Even though everybody up and died
I'd still go an visit if I could get a ride.
Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)