In A Shanty In Old Shanty Town

It’s only a shanty in old shanty town;

It’s roof is so slanty, it touches the ground.

But my tum – bled down shack by an old railroad track,

Like a mill – ion – aire’s mansion is call – ing me back.

I’d give up my palace if I were a king;

It’s more than a palace — it’s my ev’rything.

There’s a queen waiting there, in a      sil – ver – y crown

In a shanty in old shanty town.

In a shanty in old shanty town,

In a shanty in old shanty town.