Michael McIntyre mitunes songs
Demo produced and performed by Frank Michels.
Lyrics:
For all of those years somehow it stood
That notorious Huntsville neighborhood
Tumbledown shanties out by Ninth Avenue
With cracks in the walls for the wind to blow through
In winter it froze, in summer it cooked
And when it rained the smell was hard to overlook
Few could understand how it got so bad
But you can’t spend what you never had
Many arrived just before the war
What Uncle Sam wanted couldn’t be ignored
With fifty square miles of ground in hand
Six thousand souls were put off the land
There were other names but only one stuck
For that hardscrabble row a’ folks down on their luck
No matter the hurt caused or how it might sound
Ev’ryone called it Boogertown
A father in town took his young son
To show him this place where comforts were none
The lesson was learned, the object was clear
Keep working hard or you might end up here
But each Monday morning in Boogertown
The wives and the mothers would kneel down
And scrub all their wash with a bit of hard soap
To dry it in the sun was their hope
Then one cloudy day in mid-July
Brothers from Boogertown were hospitalized
A seven-year-old shouldn’t weigh twenty-two
And eight pounds at eight months is way too few
Simple starvation, the doctor said
But no one cared to get the neighborhood fed
Bulldozers came to push it all down
And that was the end of Boogertown
© 2014 Michael S. McIntyre and Dean Friscic
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