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Well I came to know poor Lucy
As we fought these hottest days with lemonade
Gotta mind that one don't shoot you
For a chance at their own sit-down in the shade
But sweet Lu she was so charming
Cicadas sang overhead
We were thick as thieves a-running
Like a lamb I could be led
But I saw small children singing from the back porch
"Take off her clothes"
I saw women from the city
Talking 'bout whatever they good women know
I can swear I took no part
That I hid my grin inside
On the day that Lucy died
Left the man I was to marry
And my Lucy in the kitchen by themselves
And as I tended to the garden
Heard the sound of my love loving someone else
And I screamed out when I found them
As I threw her to the ground
"Well, the Lord God he does see you
Don't you think you won't be found"
Cause there'll be small children singing from the back porch
"Take off her clothes"
There'll be women from the city
Talking 'bout whatever they good women know
I will swear I took no part
I will hide my grin inside
On the day that you will
Now the wife of Mister Williamson
Had had herself a bouncing baby boy
And in his splendid infant beauty
He was crowned the king, the parish pride and joy
Lu was found a-sleeping soundly
In the boy's blood thick as clay
I wish I'd stopped the horse that dragged her
So that she might hear me say
There was small children singing from the back porch
"Take off her clothes"
There was women from the city
Talking 'bout whatever they good women know
I can swear I took no part
That I hid my grin inside
On the day that Lucy died