In a bar in Toledo, across from the depot, on a barstool she took off for rain.
I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over, I sat down and asked 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.
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.
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, but this time your hurting won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.
After he left us, I ordered more whiskey, I thought how she made him look small.
And from the lights of the bar room to a rented hotel room, we walked without talking at all.
Lord, she was a beauty, but when she came to me, she must have thought I lost my mind.
Cause 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.
With four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times, but this time your hurting 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, but this time your hurting won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.