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  1. Lucille Marie

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LUCILLE MARIE
Annette Wasilik BMI
From Love & Fire 2020
Azalea City Records

Lucille Marie is growing old.
Her husband passed away a year ago.
Second son never moved out.
Firstborn son, she don’t talk about.
Got a daughter ran away to Ohio.
She’s bent over like a willow tree.
Shuffles past, but she doesn’t see.
Holds a photo of a little child.
It’s torn and tattered but he’s running wild and free.

All her prayers couldn’t save her firstborn son
From the damage other people’d done.
“Come here boy. A little closer.
Don’t you dare be saying, ‘No, sir’.
It’s our little secret game. Don’t tell anyone.”
She’s bent over like a willow tree.
Shuffles past, but she doesn’t see.
Holds a photo of a little child.
It’s torn and tattered but he’s running wild and free.

Oh, oh, oh…
Hope hung the stars when the kids were small.
But the sky fell in, now she can’t see stars at all.
Her love is like the leaves on a weeping willow tree,
First to bud in spring and the last to fall.

Honeysuckle rain fell on the day
The police came, took her firstborn son away.
He’s gone, doing time
For passing on that same damn crime.
But there’s more ghosts to blame that’ll never pay.