there's a shanty in the town on a little plot of ground, where the grass grows all around, all around. The roof's so worn and badly torn that it tumbles to the ground, yes it tumbele to the ground. Just a little old shack, sittin' way back about 25 feet from the railroad track. It lingers on my mind most all of te time it keeps callin' me back to the little old shack.
I'd be just as happy a HILY SALASI, if I were a king it wouldn't mean a thing, got my boots on tall and I'm feelin' real tall and it wouldn't mean a thing not a dog gone shame. There's a queen waitin' there in her rockin' chair just blowin' heer top on a Gaylords beer. Chuckin' all around and truckin' on down. I'm glad to get back to my Shanty Town.
I think this is nearly correct. Not sure of the spelling of the King (hily silasi).
Did this song with the Billy Hill Orchestra in the sixties.