Hope it's not too late to post,
Scrapper Blackwell first recorded Shady Lane Blues with Leroy Carr, but would record it three more times from 1959 - 1961; I wonder if it was a favorite of his, it's certainly one of mine.
There's a gal I know, she lives on Shady Lane
There's a gal I know, she lives on Shady Lane
Lord, I love her so, but I cannots call her name
One of these mornings, I swear it won't be long
I said one of these mornings, Lord, I swear it won't be long
I'm gon' catch the fast train that's smoking, and down the road I go
Lord, when I leave this town, I'll like to take poor you
Lord, when I leave this town, I'll like to take poor you
But man I forgot what you talking about, I just is enough for two
Babe, my home ain't here, it's way out in the west
Babe, my home ain't here, it's way out in the west
You're looking for the Smoky Mountains, where the eagle builds his nest
Did you ever love a girl, a girl you hate to lose
Did you ever love a girl, a girl you hate to lose
Lord, there's nothing I can do now, I guess I have the blues
There's a gal I know, she lives on Shady Lane
There's a gal I know, she lives on Shady Lane
I love her so, but I'm scared to call her name
One of these mornings, swear it ain't gon' be so long
One of these mornings, ain't gon' be so long
Gonna catch the first train smoking, and down the road I'm gone
When I'm leaving this town, I'd like to take her too
Lord, when I leave this town, I'd like to take her too
But the man she's got, is big enough for two
Now baby, my home ain't here, I went out to the west
Now my woman ain't here, baby, it's way out in the west
Near the Smoky Mountains, where the eagle builds its nest
Did you ever love a girl, girl that hates to lose
Did you ever love a girl, girl that hates to lose
Nothing I can do now, I guess you"ll sing the blues
Spoken: Well, I could get used to this
I'm gonna take a walk, down through Shady Lane
I'm gonna take a walk, down through Shady Lane
That's alright I tell you, I may not call my name
Well don't the Moon look lonesome, shining through the trees
Baby, don't the Moon look lonesome, shining through the trees
Lord, that girl'll be lonesome, when she's leaving me
Please point out any errors