Well, Lawdy, Lawdy, Lawdy, Miss Clawdy Girl, you sure look good to me But please don’t excite me, baby, I know it can’t be me. “Lawdy Miss Clawdy,” written by Lloyd Price
Lately, I have caught myself calling upon the “Lord” quite a bit.
As in “Oh, Lord,” or “Lord help us,” or “Lord have mercy.”
I’m sure I picked up these phrases from my mother, because my father was a bit more colorful when he called upon the Lord.
The older I get, the more assistance I seem to need when it comes to love affairs, despair, doctor bills, gambling debts, lawsuits, standing up, or even re…