Sweet Lucy
When we left, it was cold
Each other's hands we had to hold
We got drunk in Tennessee
She was just as drunk as me
She run up the hill, she cried and cried
I run down the other side
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
Police come, they took my wine
They put us in jail, hundred dollar fine
I could hear her crying, over the wall
In the women's detention hall
I got on the phone, my mama spoke
"Sorry, Son, but your mama's broke"
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
Wherever I go, I get sad
Seems like sorrow lives in the air
In the wide-open skies of California
There was sorrow way out there
Five get your ten that you don't get past
Five get your ten that you better go fast
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
Oh Harry Hubcaps and Jack the Fluke
They bought a bottle, a bottle for Luke
They was buddies, they had a fight
They broke the jukebox, they broke the light
Big old Fluke, weigh three hundred pounds
Fell on Harry when Harry fell down
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
My old lady says, "Gimme that wine"
I says, "Honey, quit drinking sometime"
She says, "Snock, it's not my fault!
Had to eat my porkchop without no salt"
She run up the hill, she cried and cried
I run down the other side
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
Writer/s: Michael Hurley
