Shady Grissom's Grove


The crawfish are a boiling

Corn shuckers are a toiling

There ain't nothing else they'd rather do

The band strikes up some creole

The rhythm hits drifts deep in your soul
Under a sky of midnight blue

Dresses are twirling, hands are clapping

Hound dogs and babies are soundly napping

There's so much fun it orta be a sin
And they'll be sure to do it again
Down on Shady Grissom's Grove

Lester burned the filets
Man, they like it that way

Mama pulled the cork from her moonshine

Frogs and crickets are mocking each other

            
Three young gals are fighting over brother
Other than that everything's just fine

Dresses are twirling, hands are clapping
Hound dogs and babies are soundly napping
There's so much fun it orta be a sin
And they'll be sure to do it again
Down on Shady Grissom's Grove

Author: April Bailey (used here by permission; thanks bunches, April!)

Thanks for dropping by; hope you enjoyed your visit to Shady Grissom's Grove!

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