There she was, Way down South She scared me to death She Knocked me out Are you listening Lucky? Are you listening Lucky? Are you listening Lucky? She used to be your heart and soul She had sweet breath. She liked the blues. She fit real tight. Like 50 dollar shoes. Are you listening Lucky? Are you listening Lucky? Are you listening Lucky? She used to be your heart and soul She wore cutoff jeans In the July heat When the sun went down She cooked black-eyed peas. She drove way too close In her automobile She said, "Hey, Joe, Would you take the wheel?" Are you listening Lucky? Are you listening Lucky? Are you listening Lucky? She used to be your heart and soul There she was, Way down South she scared me to death She Knocked me out