(R. Langdon) Lucy's lost her shoe and she don't know where she put it But I hope she'll find it someday 'Cause hands that do dishes may be kind to your face But stains they'll never wash away Day in and after, she'd wait up by her window Wait for all the clouds to blow away But she won't recall that cold night in November When her daddy made her play Oh! Lucy, what went wrong? You never had it bad I'll think of you before too long And I know you ain't coming back Lucy's lost her shoe and she don't know where she put it What a terrible shame And if only she knew how to turn back round and get it She wouldn't all the same Sometimes sits and wonders, and sometimes she'll just sit Or making sure that everyone's OK She'll often think of life before November When her daddy made her play Oh! Lucy, what went wrong? You never had it bad I'll think of you before too long But I know you ain't coming back Is that such a hard thing to do? She's only got one shoe Lucy, don't be a fool