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• Artiste: Michael Hurley
• Titre: Sweet Lucy
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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 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." 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 your ten that you don't get past Five get your ten that you better go fast Chorus Oh Harry Hubcaps and Jack the Fluke They bought a bottle for Luke They was buddies, but 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. Chorus My 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 cried I run down the other side Chorus