Lucretia Mac Evil Lyrics

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



 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 trying to fake him out, no use trying to make him out



 Soon he'll be taking out his doom



 What you gonna do Lucretia Mac Evil



 



 Honey, where you been all night?



 You hair's all messed up baby



 N the clothes your wearin just don't fit you right



 Big Daddy Joe's paying your monthly rent



 Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money's went



 Dressing you up in style, evil woman child



 Oh Lucy you're just so damn bad