Lacretia

Lacretia works down at Olsen’s,

Slingin worms and catfish bait

The way that woman works a dip net

Would make a blind man holler and shake

Old Man Olsen’s a bastard,

Hiis wife’s a bastard, too

They screw me when I sell em my catfish

What else can a poor bastard do?

Ooh, Lacretia,

Lacretia dontcha holler, I ain’t gonna hurt you

Ooh, Lacretia,

Lacretia dontcha holler, I’m gonna marry you

Well I just had to reach out and touch it,

That skin so china smooth

She hollered and she told me that I smelled to the world

Like stink bait and homemade hooch.

Ooh, Lacretia,

Lacretia dontcha holler, I ain’t gonna hurt you

Ooh, Lacretia,

Lacretia dontcha holler, I’m gonna marry you

Now Lacretia floats down so pretty,

Out where the big barges run,

Till the motors churn her up all dark and muddy

Like the heart of the river’s own son.

Ooh, Lacretia,

Lacretia dontcha holler, I ain’t gonna hurt you

Ooh, Lacretia,

Lacretia dontcha holler, I’m gonna marry you