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I am looking rather seedy now while holding down my claim And my victuals are not always sewed the best And the mice play shyly round me as I nestle down to rest In my little old sod shanty on my claim. Yet I rather like the novelty of living in this way Thought my bill of fare is always rather tame But I am happy as a clam, on this land of Uncle Sam In the little old sod shanty on my claim. But when I left my eastern home a bachelor so gay To try and win my wealth and fame I little thought that I'd come down to burning twisted hay In my little old sod shanty on my claim. My clothes are spattered o'er with dough, I'm looking like a fright And everything is scattered round the room But I wouldn't give the freedom that I have out in the West For the babble of the Eastern man's old home. Still, I wish that kind hearted girl would pity on me take And relieve me the mess that I am in The angel, how I'd bless her if this her home she'd make In the little old sod shanty on my claim. CHORUS: The hinges are of leather and the windows have no glass And the board roof lets the howling blizzards in And I hear the hungry coyote as he sneaks up through the grass Round my little old sod shanty on my claim |
