Ode To The Little Brown Shack Out Back

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They passed an ordinance in the 
town, they said we’d have to tear it
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That little old shack out back so 
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dear to me.
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Though the health department said 
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its day was over and dead,
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It will stand forever in my memory.

[Chorus]
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Don’t let them tear that little 
brown buildin’ down.
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Don’t let them tear that precious 
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buildin’ down.
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Don’t let them tear that dear old 
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buildin’ down,
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For there’s not another like it in 
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the country or the town.

[Verse 2]
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It was not so long ago that I went 
trippin’ through the snow
Out to that house behind my old 
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hound dog,
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Where I would sit me down to rest 
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like a snowbird on his nest
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And read the Sears and Roebuck 
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catalog.

[Verse 3]
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I would hum a happy tune peepin’ 
through the quarter moon
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As my daddy’s kin had done before.
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It was in that quiet spot daily 
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cares could be forgot,
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And it gave the same relief to 
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rich and poor.

[Chorus]
                 C
Don’t let them tear that little 
brown buildin’ down.
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Don’t let them tear that precious 
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buildin’ down.
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Don’t let them tear that dear old 
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buildin’ down,
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For there’s not another like it in 
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the country or the town.

[Verse 4]
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Now it was not a castle fair, but I 
could dream a future there
And whistle tunes to the yellow 
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jacket’s drone.
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I could orbit around the sun, fight
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 with General Washington,
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Or be a king upon a golden throne.

[Verse 5]
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It wasn’t fancy built at all, we had
 newspapers on the wall.
It was air conditioned in the 
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wintertime,
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It was just a humble hut, but it’s 
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door was never shut,
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And a man could get inside without
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 a dime.

[Chorus]
                 C
Don’t let them tear that little 
brown buildin’ down.
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Don’t let them tear that precious 
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buildin’ down.
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Don’t let them tear that dear old 
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buildin’ down,
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For there’s not another like it in 
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the country or the town.