As a younger man, I was in a bar. One of those bars. This is a story about the fight I saw.

Pretty Lucy

 

It was a dark night in Ingham County
In the city and on the land
Young Lucy sure looked pretty
While she was dancing with that man

I once knew her in a way that
A woman knows a man
But I done here more than once wrong
Why she left me, it ain't hard to understand

So I went down to Indiana
Found a job there on the line
But know matter how hard I tried
I could not work her from my mind

Oh Lucy, pretty Lucy
Who are you dancing with tonight?
I imagine from this grey cell
Your sweet lips are kissing mine

I've done things that I'm proud of
No one knows except me and God
But there were times when I was drinking
I was mean and no good

Oh Lucy, pretty Lucy
I smell your perfume in the air
I imagine from this grey cell
My favorite ribbon is tied in your hair

You can see that I ain't a big man
Got two brothers I dare not cross
But when I hit him and he did not get up
Lucy said I was stronger than I thought

Oh Lucy, pretty Lucy
In my arms, that's where you belong
I imagine from this grey cell
That you've got that red dress on

Well friends, that's my story
It's the best that I can tell
It don't matter what happens to me
Ain't no difference between life and hell

Oh Lucy, pretty Lucy
Who are you dancing with tonight?
I imagine from this grey cell
Your sweet lips are kissing mine