Michael Hurley

Sweet Lucy
When we left, it was coldEach other's hands we had to holdWe was drunk in TennesseeShe got drunk, as drunk as meShe run up the hill, she cried and criedI run down the other sideOh, sweet LucyOh, sweet LucyOh, sweet Lucy, let me goPolice come, they took my wineThey put us in jail, hundred dollar fineI could hear her crying, over the wallin the women's detention hallI got on the phone, my mama spoke:"Sorry, Son, but your mama's broke."ChorusWherever I go, I get sadSeems like sorrow lives in the airIn the wide-open skies of CaliforniaThere was sorrow way out there.Five get your ten that you don't get pastFive get your ten that you better go fastLetras de cancionesChorusOh Harry Hubcaps and Jack the FlukeThey bought a bottle for LukeThey was buddies, but they had a fightThey broke the jukebox, they broke the lightBig old Fluke, weigh three hundred pounds,fell on Harry when Harry fell down.ChorusMy old lady says, "Gimme that wine."I said, "Honey, quit drinking sometime."She said, "Snock, it's not my fault!Had to eat my porkchop without no salt."She run up the hill, she cried and criedI run down the other sideChorus From Letras Mania