Down at the Outhouse

[Verse]
Down by the creek, past the old oak tree,
You'll find a little shack just built for me,
Paint chippin' off, door hangin' on tight,
That's where I go when nature calls at night.
[Verse 2]
In the morning dew or the noontime sun,
Ain't no fancy throne, ain't no time for fun,
With a Sears catalog and a bucket of lime,
I've pondered on life in that outhouse time.
[Chorus]
Down at the outhouse, where the air ain't free,
Where the spiders crawl and the flies do a spree,
It's a humble place, but it gets the job done,
Down at the outhouse, it ain't made for fun.
[Verse 3]
Wind blows through the cracks, gives a little chill,
Sometimes in the night, I hear a whippoorwill,
But I'm in and out, quicker than a wink,
Done my business and back to think.
[Bridge]
Some folks laugh and some folks frown,
But everybody's gotta pull their britches down,
Nature’s call don’t care if you're queen or a clown,
Down at the outhouse, in this sleepy town.
[Verse 4]
Under a full moon or a sky of stars,
It's the unsung hero of these country parts,
Where the bullfrogs croak and the crickets sing,
That's where I go, it's my porcelain king.