Lucille

In a bar in Toledo

Across from the depot

On a bar stool, 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 and 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

His big hands were calloused

He looks 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 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 room

To a rented hotel room

We walked without talking at all.

No, she was a beauty

But when she came to me

She must have thought I'd lost my mind,

'Cause I couldn't hold her

The words that he told

Kept 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."