Lazy flower, my, you’ve grown so tall. I have lost and loved him, you have seen it all.
Lazy Susan, lazy through, hasn’t got a thing to do.
Oh, but to sit there and light up the hillside, sun-fried, black-eyed Sue.
Lazy Susan, lazy through, all the hills in love with you,
Courted and cradled by Heaven and hillside, sun-fried,
black-eyed Sue, black-eyed Sue, black-eyed.
Black-eyed Sue, how happy you must be. Once, I too had someone loving me.
Johnny, Johnny, warm and true, that’s how I remember you,
this morning, just as I found you: up there on the hillside
with sun-fried, black-eyed lazy Susan, Susan.
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