(CollinsPenniman)
Lucille, come back where you belong.
Oh, Lucille, come back where you belong.
I ain't nothing to ya, sing you such a beautiful song.
I woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight.
I asked her friends about her but all their lips were tight. Lucille, come back where you
belong.
I ain't nothing to ya, sing you such a beautiful song.
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