In a bar 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 finally hit her, She said,"I'm no quitter, But I finally quit living on dreams. I'm hungry for laughter, 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. The 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, He turned to the woman and said,
"You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille With four hungry children and a crop in the field. I've had some bad times, Lived through some sad times, This time the hurtin' won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille.
After he left us,I ordered more whiskey. I thought how she'd made him look small. From the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room We walked without talking at all. She was a beauty,but when she came to me She must have thought I'd lost my mind. I couldn't hold her, for the words that he told her Kept comin' back time after time.
"You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille With four hungry children and a crop in the field. I've had some bad times, Lived through some sad times, This time the hurtin' won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille.
"You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille With four hungry children and a crop in the field. I've had some bad times, Lived through some sad times, This time the hurtin' won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me,Lucille.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
