Lyrics Ballin' The Jack (11-30-39) - Eddie Condon

Ballin' The Jack (11-30-39)

Got an invitation to visit Manhattan
With my highfalutin' kin
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’s really such a pity
That Lucy can’t go barefoot wherever she goes
'Cause she loves to feel the wiggle of her toes
Put your shoes on Lucy 'cause you’re here in old New York
You’ll get by alrighty if you let 'em hear you talk
All the city slickers love that southern drawl
So give 'em that «Honey chile"and «Hi, y’all»
Lucy, let the good things happen
Lucy, won’t you stop 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 baulkin', you gotta do some walkin', 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