Sweet Lucy

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When we left, it was cold
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Each other's hands we had to hold
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We was drunk in Tennessee
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She got drunk, as drunk as me
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She run up the hill, she cried and cried
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I run down the other side

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Oh, sweet Lucy
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Oh, sweet Lucy
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Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go

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Police come, they took my wine.
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They put us in jail, hundred-dollar fine.
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I could hear her cryin' over the wall
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In the women's detention hall.
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I got on the phone, my mama spoke,
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"Sorry, son, but your mama's broke!"

G          A
Oh, sweet Lucy
G          A
Oh, sweet Lucy
G          A           D
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go

           A         D
Wherever I go I get sad.
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Seems like sorrow lives in the air.
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In the wide-open skies of California,
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They have sorrow way out there.
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Five gets ya ten that ya don't get past;
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Five gets ya ten that ya better go fast.

G          A
Oh, sweet Lucy
G          A
Oh, sweet Lucy
G          A           D
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go

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Oh, Harry Hubcaps and Jack the Fluke,
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They bought a bottle, a bottle for Luke.
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They was buddies, but they had a fight;
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They broke the jukebox, they broke the light.
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Big ol' Fluke weigh three-hundred pounds;
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Fell on Harry when Harry fell down.

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Oh, sweet Lucy
G          A
Oh, sweet Lucy
G          A           D
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go

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My old lady says, "Gimme that wine."
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I said, "Honey, quit drinking sometime."
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She said, "Snock, it's not my fault!
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Had to eat my porkchop without no salt."
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She run up the hill, she cried and cried
G       D       E     A
I run down the other side

G          A
Oh, sweet Lucy
G          A
Oh, sweet Lucy
G          A           D
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go

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