There she was
Way down South
She scared me to death
She knocked me out

Are you listening, lucky?
Are you listening, lucky?
Are you listening, lucky?
She used to be your heart and soul

She had sweet breath
She liked the blues
She fit real tight
Like fifty-dollar shoes

Are you listening, lucky?
Are you listening, lucky?
Are you listening, lucky?
She used to be your heart and soul

She wore cut-off jeans
In the July heat
When the sun went down
She cooked black-eyed peas

She drove way too close
In her automobile
She said, "Hey, Joe
Would you take the wheel?"

Are you listening, lucky?
Are you listening, lucky?
Are you listening, lucky?
She used to be your heart and soul

There she was, way down South
She scared me to death
She knocked me out

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Writer(s): JOE ELY