Lucille

In a bar in Toledo,across from the depot,

On a barstool she took off her ring.

I thought I'd get closer

So I walked on over.

I sat down and asked her her name.

When the drinks finally hit her,

She said,"I'm no quitter,

But I finally quit living on dreams.

I'm hungry for laughter,

Here ever after

I'm after whatever the other life brings."

In the mirror I saw him,

And I closely watched him.

I thought how he looked out of place.

He came to the woman

Who sat there beside me.

He had a strange look on his face.

The big hands were calloused,

He looked like a mountain,

For a minute I thought I was dead.

But he started shaking,

His big heart was breaking,

He turned to the woman and said,

"You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille

With four hungry children and a crop in the field.

I've had some bad times,

Lived through some sad times,

This time the hurtin' won't heal.

You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille.

After he left us,I ordered more whiskey.

I thought how she'd made him look small.

From the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room

We walked without talking at all.

She was a beauty,but when she came to me

She must have thought I'd lost my mind.

I couldn't hold her, for the words that he told her

Kept comin' back time after time.

"You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille

With four hungry children and a crop in the field.

I've had some bad times,

Lived through some sad times,

This time the hurtin' won't heal.

You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille.

"You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille

With four hungry children and a crop in the field.

I've had some bad times,

Lived through some sad times,

This time the hurtin' won't heal.

You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille.