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,
sat down and asked her her name.
When the drinks finally hit her,
she said, I'm no quitter,
but I'm tired of 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,
sat down beside her.
He had a strange look on his face.
His big hands were calloused,
he looked like a giant.
For a minute I thought I was dead.
Then he started shaking,
his big heart was breaking.
He turned to the woman and said,
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille,
four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I've had some bad times,
lived through some sad times,
but this time you hurt and won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
After he left us,
I ordered more whiskey,
and 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.
She was a beauty,
when she came to me,
she must have thought I'd lost my mind.
But I couldn't hold her,
the words that he told her kept coming back time after time.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille,
four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I've had some bad times,
lived through some sad times,
but this time you hurt and won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille,
four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I've had some bad times,
lived through some sad times,
but this time you hurt and won't heal.