Down the road, and up the hill
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Round the bend, and behind the mill
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When just a kid I used to go
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To a place called Shady Grove
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That is where I first met her
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She changed my life with one just one word
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She called it love but I don't know
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I call it goin' down to Shady Grove
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Shady Grove, Shady Grove
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In the middle of Shady Grove
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Sometimes we'd steal away at night
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All the same the feel was right
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There was no city, there was no town
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'Cause Shady Grove was all around
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We'd just lay down look up and see
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The vast expanse of the old, old tree
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When our love had turned to lust
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Shady Grove would cover us
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Shady Grove, Shady Grove
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In the middle of Shady Grove
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No one would ever come by
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We were young and very shy
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It seemed to wrap around us both
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The place we called Shady Grove
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Not long ago to my surprise
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I seemed to have to go back
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I went back to that same old spot
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The trees were gone - it's a parking lot
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Shady Grove, Shady Grove
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In the middle of Shady Grove
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Shady Groove
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J. J. Cale |