Sweet Lucy

Sweet Lucy - Cass McCombs/Steve Gunn

Lyrics by：Michael Hurley

Composed by：Michael Hurley

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