The Little Old Sod Shanty In The West

I am looking rather seedy now while holding down my claim
And my victuals are not always served the best,
And the mice play shyly 'round me as I nestle down to rest
In my little old sod shanty in the West.
Yet I rather like the novelty of living in this way
Though my bill of fare is always rather tame,
But I'm happy as can be cause I'm single and I'm free
In my little old sod shanty on my claim.

cho: The hinges are of leather and the windows have no glass
While the board roof lets the howling blizzard in;
And I hear the hungry coyote as he slinks up through the grass
'Round the little old sod shanty on my claim.

My clothes are plastered 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 table of the Eastern man's old home.

cho: The hinges are of leather and the windows have no glass
While the board roof lets the howling blizzard in;
And I hear the hungry coyote as he slinks up through the grass
'Round the little old sod shanty on my claim.

Yet, I wish that some kind-hearted girl would pity on me take
And relieve me of the mess that I am in,
The angel, how I'd bless her, if this her home she'd make
In my little old sod shanty on my claim.


cho: The hinges are of leather and the windows have no glass
While the board roof lets the howling blizzard in;
And I hear the hungry coyote as he slinks up through the grass
'Round the little old sod shanty on my claim.