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.