Put Your Shoes on Lucy (Hank B. Fort Jr.) Intro: Got an invitation to visit to Manhattan with my highfalutin king Sent off to the catalog to get some clothes Felt so stylish from my head to my toes Seen all the sights and I even did some flirtin' I was doin alright till my feet started hurtin' So I kicked off my shoes when I thought they couldn't see But they must have 'cos this is what they all said to me: Put your shoes on Lucy don't you know you're in the city, Put your shoes on Lucy, it really is a pity That Lucy can't go barefoot wherever she goes 'Cos she loves to feel the wiggle of her toes Put your shoes on Lucy, 'cos you're here in old New York You'll get by alright if you let them hear you talk All the city slickers love that Southern drawl So give 'em that ""honeychile"" and ""howdy all"" Lucy, let the good things happen to you Lucy, won't you quit that gapin' How you act will be the death of me Don't they have skyscrapers down in Tennessee Put your shoes on Lucy even though they kinda pinch Stop that balking, you're going to do some walking, it's a cinch Use your party manners, you'll need them and how Put your shoes on Lucy, you're a big girl now I spent years with a guitar accompaniment and a lost contact who knew the words. Eventually a friend found the sheet music. XX XX OCT98
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