Old Shanty Town

03:24
Jim Smoak
2010-11-25
Joe Young/ Little Jack Little/ John Siras

Story

I often think of the farm and that old house where I grew up in South Carolina. My mother lived alone there after my father passed.  

Lyrics

It's only a shanty in old shanty town;  the roof is so slanty it touches the ground;

A tumbled down shack by an old railroad track; memories of childhood are calling me back.

I'd give up a palace if I were a king;  it's more than a palace, it's my everything;

There's a queen waiting there with a silvery crown;  in a shanty in old shanty town.