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Lucretia Mac Evil lyrics
Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what s your game?
Hard luck and trouble, bound to be your claim to fame

Tail shakin , home breakin, truckin through town
Each and every country mother 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 woman

I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks
Nothin that your daddy wouldn 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 you free
Signed, sealed and witnessed on the day you were born
No use tryin to fake him out, no use tryin to make him out
Soon he ll be takin out his doom
What you goin do, oh Lucretia Mac Evil?

Honey, where have you been all night?
You hairs all messed up baby
An the clothes you re wearin just don t fit you right babe

Big daddy Joe s payin your monthly rent
Tells his wife he can t imagine where the money went
Dressin you up in style, evil woman child

Oh, Lucy you re just so damn bad
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