Bobby Bare – Ode To The Little Brown Shack Out Back (Guitar)

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They passed an ordinance in the town, they said we’d have to tear it down,

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That little old shack out back so dear to me.

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Though the health department said its day was over and dead,

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It will stand forever in my memory.

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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 buildin’ down.

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Don’t let them tear that dear old buildin’ down,

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For there’s not another like it in the country or the town.

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It was not so long ago that I went trippin’ through the snow

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Out to that house behind my old hound dog,

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Where I would sit me down to rest like a snowbird on his nest

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And read the Sears and Roebuck catalog.

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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 cares could be forgot,

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And it gave the same relief to rich and poor.

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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 buildin’ down.

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Don’t let them tear that dear old buildin’ down,

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For there’s not another like it in the country or the town.

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Now it was not a castle fair, but I could dream a future there

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And whistle tunes to the yellow jacket’s drone.

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I could orbit around the sun, fight with General Washington,

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Or be a king upon a golden throne.

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It wasn’t fancy built at all, we had newspapers on the wall.

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It was air conditioned in the wintertime,

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It was just a humble hut, but it’s door was never shut,

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And a man could get inside without a dime.

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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 buildin’ down.

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Don’t let them tear that dear old buildin’ down,

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For there’s not another like it in the country or the town.