Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Michael Hurley
Michael Hurley
Guitarra
Unholy Modal Rounders
Unholy Modal Rounders
Intérprete
Jeffrey Frederick & The Clamtones
Jeffrey Frederick & The Clamtones
Intérprete
John Nagy
John Nagy
Mandola
Robert "Frog" Nickson
Robert "Frog" Nickson
Batería
Dave Reisch
Dave Reisch
Bajo
Peter Stampfel
Peter Stampfel
Violín
Wax Iwaskiewicz
Wax Iwaskiewicz
Guitarra
Paul Presti
Paul Presti
Guitarra
Jeffrey Frederick
Jeffrey Frederick
Voces de fondo
Jill Gross
Jill Gross
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Michael Hurley
Michael Hurley
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Thom Foley
Thom Foley
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
John Nagy
John Nagy
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

Oh, when we left, you know, it got very cold
Each other's hands, we had to hold
I got very drunk down in Tennessee
She got drunk, at least as drunk as me
I run up the hill, and as she cried and cried
I run down the other side
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
Policeman come, and took away my wine
They threw us in jail, with a hundred-dollar fine
I could hear my baby cryin' over the wall
In the women's detention hall
I got on the phone and my mama, she spoke
"Sorry, my son, but your mama is broke"
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, my sweet Lucy, let me go
Wherever I go, it seems I got to get sad
Just like sorrow, it's balmy in the air
In the wide-open skies of California
I found sorrow way out there
Five gets you ten that you better move fast
You know, five gets you ten, you ain't gonna get past, no, no
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
Oh, Harry Hubcaps and his buddy Jack the Fluke
They bought a bottle, they were trying damn to get loose
They were buddies, but they had a fight
They broke the jukebox, Lord, they broke the light
Big ol' Fluke weighed three-hundred pounds
And he fell on Harry and Harry went down
Oh, my sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
Oh, my old lady says, "Gimme that wine"
I says, "Honey, you better stop drinking sometime"
She said, "Silly boy, it ain't my fault
Had to eat my porkchop without no salt"
She run up the hill, she cried and cried
And I run down the other side
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy
Oh, sweet Lucy, let me go
Written by: Michael Hurley
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