Lucy Mae Blues

That Sunday woman, she bring me the news
That Monday woman, boys, I’m telling you
Better not let my good gal catch you here
Ain’t no telling, man, what poor little Lucy Mae do
That Tuesday woman, she took my pocket change
That Wednesday woman, she wanna do the same
Better not let my good gal catch you here
Ain’t no telling, man, what poor little Lucy Mae do
That Thursday woman, she knocked in my door
That Friday woman, boys, they gotta go
Better not let my good gal catch you here
Ain’t no telling, man, what poor little Lucy Mae do
That Saturday woman she, took a gatling gun
Cut you if you stand, she will shoot you if you run
Better not let my good gal catch you here
Ain’t no telling, man, what poor little Lucy Mae do
She left one --------- came back that afternoon
Next time I saw her boys, was the 19th of June
Better not let my good gal catch you here
Ain’t no telling, man, what poor little Lucy Mae do
Bye bye little woman now, if you call that gone
Better leave your things, baby, thinking all day long
Better not let my good gal catch you here
Ain’t no telling, man, what poor little Lucy Mae do