SWEET LUCY
(Michael Hurley/Happy Valley Music, BMI)

When we left, it was cold. Each other's hands we had to hold.
We was drunk in Tennessee. She got drunk, as drunk as me.
She run up the hill. She cried and cried. I run down the other side.
(Chorus:) 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 cryin' over the wall in the women's detention hall.
I got on the phone. My mama spoke, "Sorry, son, but your mama's broke." (Chorus)

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 you ten that you don't get back. Five get you ten that you better go fast. (Chorus)

Oh, Harry Hubcaps and Jack the Fluke, they bought a bottle, holy Luke. (?)
They was buddies but they had a fight. They broke the jukebox. They broke the light.
Big old Fluke weighed three hundred pound. Fell on Harry when Harry fell down. (Chorus)

My old lady says, "Gimme that wine." I said, "Honey, quit drinking sometime."
She says, "Snock, it's not my fault. Had to eat my pork chop without no salt."
She run up the hill. She cried and cried. I run down the other side. (Chorus)
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As sung by Michael Hurley & The Holy Modal Rounders on "Have Moicy!" Rounder 3010. Also in the collection "Hills of Home," Rounder CD AN 18/19. JTD