Shady Grove
Beyond this maze of city streets, beyond these painted faces
There s a road that leads to cool green fields and girls that dress in laces
Everyone has a front porch swing, every house a parlour
When the throat is dry an’ parched with thirst there s more than just spring water
Chorus:
Shady Grove, my little miss, Shady Grove, my darlin
Shady Grove, my little miss come with me to Harlan
Chestnut hair in the mornin’ sun looks like it’s catchin’ on fire
She s long, she s lean, she won t run, she fills me with desire
Kentucky eyes look up at me from a bed of yellow daisies
The sun is warm, her kiss is hot, she s gonna drive me crazy
Chorus
by: José Duarte
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