Lucille

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In a barroom 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 fin'lly hit her she said I'm no quitter

But I finally quit livin' on dreams

Hungry for laughter and here ever after I'm after whatever the other life brings

In the mirror I saw him I closely watched him I saw the look in his eyes

He came to the woman who sat there beside me and slowly started to cry

His 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 as he turned to the woman and said

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille

With a four hungry children and a crop in the field

I've had some sad times lived through some bad times

But this time your hurtin' won't heal

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille

After he left us I ordered more whiskey she said let's go have a ball

From the lights of the barroom to a rented hotel room we walked without talkin' at all

Lord she was a beauty but when she came to me

She must've thought that I'd lost my mind

I couldn't hold her cause the words that he told her came back to me time after time

You picked a fine time...

[ guitar ]