| This old man walked from the south on Main
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| This old man walked from the south on Main
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| He walked like a preacher
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| Be he looked just like the son of pain
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| This old man had a red walking cane
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| This old man had a red walking cane
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| He had a finger like the devil
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| A hand from hell hath gained
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| He had a finger like the devil
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| A hand from hell hath gained
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| He had his eyes closed shut
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| As if he must have had a vision
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| And he continued his strut
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| And took a left at the division
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| When his left had turned he was walking Shady Lane
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| When his left had turned he was walkign Shady Lane
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| They say his feet came before his
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| His hands stayed much the same
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| They say his feet came before him
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| His hands stayed much the same
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| He had his eyes closed shut
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| Yet he moved with a precision
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| And he continued his strut
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| He must have walked a perfect rhythm
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| That’s when the old man stopped
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| And he cleared his throat
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| Thats when the old man sang to the folks on shady laneGlory Glory, Halleliulah.
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| Glory Glory, Halleliulah. |