| Got an invitation to visit Manhattan
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| With my highfalutin' kin
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| Sent off to the catalog to get some clothes
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| Felt so stylish from my head to my toes
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| Seen all the sights and I even did some flirtin'
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| I was doin' alright till my feet started hurtin'
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| So I kicked off my shoes when I thought they couldn’t see
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| But they must have, 'cos this is what they all said to me
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| Put your shoes on, Lucy, don’t you know you’re in the city
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| Put your shoes on, Lucy, it’s really such a pity
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| That Lucy can’t go barefoot wherever she goes
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| 'Cause she loves to feel the wiggle of her toes
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| Put your shoes on Lucy 'cause you’re here in old New York
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| You’ll get by alrighty if you let 'em hear you talk
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| All the city slickers love that southern drawl
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| So give 'em that «Honey chile"and «Hi, y’all»
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| Lucy, let the good things happen
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| Lucy, won’t you stop that gapin'
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| How you act will be the death of me
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| Don’t they have skyscrapers down in Tennessee
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| Put your shoes on, Lucy, even though they kinda pinch
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| Stop baulkin', you gotta do some walkin', it’s a cinch
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| Use your party manners, you’ll need them and how
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| Put your shoes on Lucy, you’re a big girl now |