Schwa Lyrics

Sweet Lucy

Lyricist: Michael Hurley
Vocalist: Cliff Starbuck

When we left it was cold
Eachother'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 you're 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 you ten that you don't get past
Five get you ten that you better go fast
Oh sweet Lucy, oh sweet Lucy
Oh sweet Lucy let me go
 
Old 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 weighed 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 drinkin' sometime"
She says "Snock, it's not my fault.
Had to eat my popcorn without no salt"
She run up the hill, climb up a tree
I don't know what gets into me
Oh sweet lucy, oh sweet Lucy
Oh sweet Lucy let me go
 
Mama mama, mama mia
Come and get your fat tortilla
She's out here charming me
Oh I love sweet Marie
Five get you ten that you don't get past
Five get you ten that you better go fast
Oh sweet Lucy, Oh sweet Lucy