Shady Lane

This old man walked from the south on Main
This old man walked from the south on Main
He walked like a preacher
But he looked just like the son of pain

This old man had a red walking cane
This old man had a red walking cane
He had a finger like the devil
A hand from hell hath came
He had a finger like the devil
A hand from hell hath came

He had his eyes closed shut
As if he must of had a vision
And he continued his strut
And took a left at the division

And with his left hand turned he was walking Shady Lane
And with his left hand turned he was walking Shady Lane

They say his feet came before him
His hands did much the same
They say his feet came before him
His hands did much the same

He had his eyes closed shut
And yet he moved with a precision
And he continued his strut
He must have walked in perfect rhythm

That's when the old man stopped

And he cleared his throat

That's when the old man sang to the folks on Shady Lane
That's when the old man sang to the folks on Shady Lane
That's when the old man sang to the folks on Shady Lane
That's when the old man sang to the folks on Shady Lane
That's when the old man sang to the folks on Shady Lane
That's when the old man sang to the folks on Shady Lane
That's when the old man sang to the folks on Shady Lane
That's when the old man sang to the folks on Shady Lane

Glory Glory, Hallelujah
Glory Glory, Hallelujah