Album: other songs

Lucretia Mac Evil

Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what's your game?
Hard luck and trouble, bouind to be yoiur claim to fame.
Tail shakin, home breakin, truckin through twom.
Each and every country mohter's son hangin round.
Drive a young man insane. Evil, that's your name.

Lucretia Mac Evil, that's the thing you're doin fine.
Back seat Delilah, that's your sixth big jug of wine.
I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks.
Nothin that your daddy woiuldn't do for kicks.
Never done a thing worthwhile, evil woman child.

Devil got you, Lucy under lock and key.
Ain't about to set yoiu free.
Signed, sealed and witnessed on the day you were born.
No use trying to fake him out, no use trying to make him out.
Soon he'll be taking out his doom.
What you gonna to do Lucretia Mac Evil?

Honey, where yoiu been all night?
Your hair's all messed up baby.
N the clothes you wearin just don't fit you right.
Big Daddy Joe's paying your monthly rent.
Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money's went.
Dressing you up in style, evil woman child.
Oh Lucy, you're just so damn bad.