A popular song from 1947.
Words and music by Hank Fort.
Sheet music provided by Nicholas Leunissen:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Got an invitation to visit in Manhattan with my high fallutin’ kin
Ordered from the catalogue some fancy clothes
Looked so stylish from my head to toes
Saw ev’ry sight and I even did some flirtin’
Did all right ’til my feet took to hurtin’
So I slipped off my shoes when I thought they couldn’t see
But they musta ’cause this is what they always sang to me
Chorus
Put your shoes on, Lucy don’tcha know you’re in the city
Put your shoes on, Lucy it’s really such a pity
That Lucy can’t go barefoot where ever she goes
‘Cause she loves to feel the wiggle of her toes
Put your shoes on, Lucy ’cause you’re here in 01′ New York
You’ll get by all righty if you let ’em hear you talk
All the city slickers love that Southern drawl
So give ’em that “Honey chile” an’ “How you awl”
Lucy let the good things happen
Lucy won’t ya stop that gappin’
How you act will be the death of me
Don’t they have skyscrapers down in Tennessee?
Put your shoes on, Lucy even tho’ they kinda pinch
Stop balkin’ ya gotta do some walkin’ that’s a cinch
Use your party manners, you’ll need them and how
Put your shoes on, Lucy, you’re a big girl now
Sung here by Vancha March: