Lucretia Mac Evil Lyrics

Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl what's your game Hard luck and troubles, bound to be your claim to fame, ha Tail-shakin', home breakin' tuckin' through town Each and every country mother's son hangin' round Drive a young man insane Evil that's your name... talk about it Lucretia Mac Evil, that's the thing you're doin' fine Back seat Delilah, that's your sixth big jug of wine, woman I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks Nothing that your daddy wouldn't do for kicks Never done a thang worthwhile Evil woman child Devil got you Lucy under lock and key Ain't about to set you 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 going to do? Lucy Mac Evil, honey where you been all night? Your hair is messed up babe, and the clothes your wearing Just don't fit you right, no Daddy Jones' is paying your monthly rent Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money went Dressing you up in style Evil woman child. Oh Lucy, you just so damn bad! Ah Lucy. Ah, here she comes Truckin' Well Lucy, walkin' on main street lookin' Lucy woah, think about it Where you been girl? Stop lyin, stop lyin', stop lyin', Lucy Wooaah, tell the truth girl.