Lucretia Mac Evil Lyrics

Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what's your game?
Hard luck and trouble, bound to be your claim to fameTail shakin', home breakin,' truckin' through town
Each and every country mother's son hangin' 'round
Drive a young man insane, Evil, that's your nameLucretia Mac Evil, that's the thing you're doin' fine
Back seat Delilah, that's your sixth big jug of wine womanI 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 childDevil 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 babeBig 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 childOh, Lucy you're just so damn bad