The ladies of the garden club say

His home is just a disgrace to the town

If the Mayor wants re-elected

He'd better pass some laws and tear it down



They wanna cover it with flowers

Maybe even plant some dogwood trees

I guess that they've forgotten

When we were kids what that place used to be



I know it's just a shanty now

But Lord, that place was built with human tears

For it's the home of Uncle Lem

Who was born and raised and lived there ninety years



There's not a boy in this whole town

Hasn't stopped for water at his well

Or sat on his porch in the evenin'

And listened to the stories that he'd tell



Oh, his hair was the color of a cotton field

And his skin was old and brown

And he was born in that rundown shack

Before there was a town



He bought that shack and a piece of earth

For the highest price to pay

His mom was bought and sold there

Uncle Lem was born'd a slave



The mayor and some ladies of the garden club

Went out to tell Uncle Lem that he'd have to find a new place to live

Well, they found him there in that old broken down rockin' chair

And on an old paper bag they found his will



"Nor I wanna leave my old shotgun to the fine mayor of this town

For I remember when he a little fella, he used to follow me around

I wish I had more to give to my friends that I love

But all I've got is this old shack and a piece of earth

And I want it to go to the ladies of the garden club"



Oh, his hair was the color of a cotton field

And his skin was old and brown

And he was born in that rundown shack

Before there was a town



He bought that shack and a piece of earth

For the highest price to pay

His mom was bought and sold there

Uncle Lem was born'd a slave

Writer : MARTIN
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