In a bar in Toledo, across from the depotOn a barstool, she took off her ringI thought I'd get closer, so I walked on overI sat down and asked her her nameWhen the drinks finally hit her, she said I'm no quitterBut I finally quit living on dreamsI'm hungry for laughter, and here ever afterI'm after whatever the other life bringsIn the mirror I saw himAnd I closely watched himI thought how he looked out of placeHe came to the woman who sat there beside meHe had a strange look on his faceThe big hands were canisteredHe looked like a mountainFor a minute I thought I was deadBut he started shaking me upHis big heart was breakingHe turned to the woman and saidYou picked a fine time to leave me, you seeWith four hundred children and * in the fieldI've had some bad timesLived through some sad timesBut this time your wording won't healYou picked a fine time to leave me, you seeTime to leave me, you seeAfter he left us, I ordered more whiskeyI thought how she'd made him look smallFrom the lights of the bar roomTo her in that hotel roomWe walked without talking at allShe was a beautyBut when she came to meShe must have thought I'd lost my mindI couldn't hold herCause the words that he told herKept coming back time after timeYou picked a fine time to leave me, you seeWith four hundred childrenAnd a grub in the fieldI couldn't hold herI've had some bad timesLived through some sad timesBut this time your hurting won't healYou picked a fine time to leave me, you seeYou picked a fine time to leave me, you seeWith four hundred childrenAnd a grub in the fieldI've had some bad timesLived through some sad timesBut this time your hurting won't healYou picked a fine time to leave me, you seeYou picked a fine time to leave me, you seeYou picked a fine time to leave me, you see