Tom Pacheco SWEET LUCILLE I was hitchin' in a drizzle feelin' miserable and wet When she pulled up right beside me in a'61 Corvette She said "Where are you goin?" I said "Anywhere I guess" She said "Well that makes two of us" and lit a cigarette And that began a summer that I never will forget I met Lucille and we headed west We gambled on the horses at a track along the way Our luck was good together, we made seven grand that day We bought the crowd champagne at a small roadside saloon Then made love in a graveyard by a Pennsylvania moon Somewhere in Ohio I began to realise This blue eyed lady was a real prize It's for real, this time I'm in love for real It's for real, I can't help the way I feel And I feel so fine every time I'm with sweet Lucille Fireworks in St. Louis on the 4th day of July We say Harry Truman's face in the moonclouds in the sky We hit the Kansas border right at the break of day The sun on the farmland took our breath away I told her that I loved her in a Wichita motel Then we went out riding on a state fair carousel We did not get a ticket for a red light that we ran We had the Waterboys on the tape deck, the trooper was a fan In Oklahoma City inside a cowboy bar There was an Elvis impersonator trying to play guitar Somehow we started laughing the sight was so insane They threw us out in the Oklahoma rain Arizona, Utah, Colorado, Oregon We'd check out what was goin' on, then keep movin' on We camped out in the Rockies where she took out her guitar And serenaded me all night beneath the stars We got to California right on September first And I married her in a little country church.