Lyrics:

Lucille Crawfield... I will... I will
For you... are real... Lucille Lucille
Lucille Crawfield

Come Sunday it starts lookin' like you may
Throw a smile my way open your eyes
At these hard times and I wanna lay down
Guess I'll stay around through Monday's lies

Lucille Crawfield... I will... I will
For you... are real... Lucille Crawfield

Your songs dear they help me keep my head clear
In a simple country manner they bring laughter to my tears
I see you in your thin crepe dress, you're pickin' up the kid's mess
Your man has long since left, take a look at me

Faded wagon wheels walk over a curtain call encore
With your well rehearsed kitchen song

Lucille Crawfield... I will... I will
For you... are real... Lucille Lucille
Lucille Crawfield