ODE TO THE LITTLE BROWN SHACK

(Billy Ed Wheeler)



They past an ordinance in the town

Said we'd have to tear it down

That little brown shack out back so dear to me

Though the health department said

It's day was over and dead

It will stand forever in my memory



Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down

Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down

Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down

There's not another like it in the country or the town



It was not too long ago

That I went tripping through the snow

Out to that house behind my old hound dog

Where I'd sit me down to rest

Like a snow bird on her nest

And read the Sears and Roebuck catalog



I would hum a happy tune

Peeping through the quarter moon

Just like my Pappy's kin had done before

It was in that quiet pot

Daily cares could be forgot

And it gave the same relief to rich and poor



It was not a castle fair

I could build my future there

Build castles to the yellow jacket's drone

I could orbit round the sun

Fight with General Washington

Or be a king upon his own throne



It wasn't fancy built at all

Had newspapers on the wall

It was air conditioned in the wintertime

It was just a humble hut

But it's door was never shut

And a man could get inside without a dime



Copyright Quartet Music, Inc. & Bexhill Music

from the singing of Ed Britt

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