Lucy Mae Blues, Pt. 1

歌詞

My Sunday woman brings the daily news, that Monday woman brings me stockin' and shoes Better not let my good gal catch you here Ain't no tellin' what poor little Lucy Mae do My Tuesday woman totes that pocket change, that Wednesday woman wants to do the same Better not let my good gal catch you here Ain't no tellin' what poor little Lucy Mae do My Thursday woman knocks upon my door, that Friday woman, boy, is gotta go Better not let my good gal catch you here Ain't no tellin' what poor little Lucy Mae do My Saturday woman totes a Gatling gun, cut you if you stand, shoot you if you run Better not let my good gal catch you here Ain't no tellin' what poor little Lucy Mae do She left one Christmas come back that afternoon, next time I see her, boy, it was the nineteen of June Better not let my good gal catch you here Ain't no tellin' what poor little Lucy Mae do Goodbye, little woman, babe, you call that gone, you may leave Frankie, baby, don't think you won't stay long Better not let my good gal catch you here Ain't no tellin' what poor little Lucy Mae do