Paroles: Ryan Adams. Shakedown on 9th Street.

Head on down to 9th street gal
Lets go out kicking with the boys and the gals
Wear your dress and bring my ring

Someone's gonna get it aint gonna be me
LUCY Lucy my gal
LUCY Lucy my sweet
LUCY Lucy my gal

I was just gonna hit him but I'm gonna kill him now
We all met about half past three
Lucy she was rocking by my kicking machine
Too many straights and not enough grease

That's when Lucy got it in the chest I think
Lucy Lucy my gal
Lucy Lucy my sweet
Lucy Lucy my gal

I was just gonna hit him but I'm gonna kill him now
Lucy They started fighting I was screaming for him
Boots all dirty sexy and thin
Then on come the lights from the straights in their cars

I was just a laughing when I hit the floor
Lucy Lucy my gal
Lucy Lucy my sweet
Lucy Lucy my gal

I was just gonna hit him but I'm gonna kill him now