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Settin' on our back lot.
In winter it's cold
And in summer it's hot.
Crescent moon on the door,
A Sears-Roebuck on the floor,
But if I had my druthers,
I'd go there once more.
Thar's a rush for that shanty
When supper's all through
An waitin' in line's
About all you can do.
Twixt the flies and the Flit,
It's a swell place to sit.
In that shanty
On our ol' back lot.
Anonymous (slight editing by yours truly)
