Shady Lane
This old man walked from the south on Main (x2)
He walked like a preacher but he looked just like the son of Cain
This old man had a red walkin' cane (x2)
He had a finger like the devil, a hand from hell hath pain
He had a finger like the devil, a hand from hell hath came
He had his eyes closed shut, as if he must've had a vision
And he continued his strut
And took a left at the division
And with his left hand turn, he was walkin' Shady Lane (x2)
They say his feet came before him
His hand stayed much the same (x2)
He had his eyes closed shut
And yet he moved with a precision
And he continued his strut
Aw, he must had 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 (x8)
Glory glory
Hallelujah (x2)