Lucille
In a bar in ToledoAcross from the depotOn a bar stool, she took off her ring
I thought I'd get closerSo I walked on overI sat down and asked her her name
When the drinks finally hit herShe said "I'm no quitter,But I finally quit living on dreams.I'm hungry for laughter and here ever after,I'm after whatever the other life brings."
In the mirror I saw himAnd I closely watched himI thought how he looked out of place
He came to the womanWho sat there beside meHe had a strange look on his face
His big hands were callousedHe looks like a mountainFor a minute I thought I was deadBut he started shakingHis big heart was breakingHe turned to the woman and said:
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille,With four hungry children and crops in the field.And I've had some bad times and lived through some sad times,But this time the hurting won't heal.You've picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille."
After he left us,I ordered more whiskey.I thought how she made him look small.
From the lights of the bar roomTo a rented hotel roomWe walked without talking at all.
No, she was a beautyBut when she came to meShe must have thought I'd lost my mind,'Cause I couldn't hold herThe words that he toldKept coming back time after time.
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille,With four hungry children and crops in the field.And I've had some bad times and lived through some sad times,But this time the hurting won't heal.You've picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
Oh, you've picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille."