"Lucy Diggin' Holes in my Garden"

By: Angela Gillaspie © 2004-2011 All Rights Reserved
With apologies to McCartney and Lennon
Note the younguns in the background screaming, "STOP!" Geesh! Kids nowadays don't appreciate good music.

Picture yourself on my deck in a lounge chair,

With fat zucchini, and red t'maters.

Some critter barks loud, you look up quite slowly,

A dog with a dirty tater.

Juicy mush melons of yellow and green,

Rolling right under your hoe.

Look for the dog with the dirt on her snout

And she's gone.

[Refrain] Lucy diggin' holes in my garden,

Lucy diggin' holes in my garden,

Lucy diggin' holes in my garden, ah, ah.

Follow her down to a creek by the pasture,

Where Uncle Booger drinks beer and eats banana moon pies.

'Ol Booger winks as you step past the cow patties

That attract so many green flies.

Bubba's red tractor pulls up from the briars,

Waiting to take you away.

Lean on the seat with your butt hangin' out,

And you're gone.

[Refrain] Lucy diggin' holes in my garden,

Lucy diggin' holes in my garden,

Lucy diggin' holes in my garden, ah, ah.

Picture yourself ridin' shotgun with Booger,

And a beer-filled cooler and fried green t'maters.

Suddenly something is there at the bumper,

The dog with a dirty tater.

[Refrain] Lucy diggin' holes in my garden,

Lucy diggin' holes in my garden,

Lucy diggin' holes in my garden, ah, ah.

The inspiration for this, ah, thought-provoking piece came the other day when I was sitting on my deck in a lounge chair and my neighbor's dog, Lucy, walked to my garden and began digging. ~Angela

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