Katy Cruel

(álbum: À New York - 1966)

When first I came to town
They called me the roving jewel
Now they've changed their tune
They call me Katy Cruel
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday

Oh that I was where I would be
There to be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would, I can not
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday

When I was young in twenty
They brought me the bottles plenty
Now they've changed their tune
They bring me the bottles empty
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday

Oh that I was where I would be
There to be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would, I can not
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday

Well down the road I'll go
And through the buggy mire
Straightway cross the fields
And to my heart's desire
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday

Oh that I was where I would be
There to be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would, I can not
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday