Lucille

(Roger Bowling - Hal Bynum)
 One, two, three, four,
 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 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.
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