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 ole' town That had'nt stopped for water at his well Or sat on his porch in the evenin' And listened to the stories that he'd tell.
His hair was the color of cottonfields 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 piece of earth For the highest price you'd pay His Mom was bought and sold there Uncle Lem was born a slave.
[Spoken:] The mayor and some ladies of the Garden Club went out to that old shack To tell Uncle Lem that he'd have to find another place to live But they found him there in that old broken down rockin' chair and on an old brown paper sack thay found his will. Now I wanna leave my old shotgun to the fine mayor of this town for I remember when he was just a little fella' he used to follow me around. Lord, I wish I had more to leave to my friends that I love, but, Lord, all I've got's this old shack and piece of earth and I want it to go to the ladies of the Garden Club.
[Sang:] His hair was the color of cottonfields 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 piece of earth For the highest price you'd pay His Mom was bought and sold there Uncle Lem was born a slave.
His Mom was bought and sold there Uncle Lem was born a slave...