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 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 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 you're 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'd made him look small.
From the lights of the bar room to a 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, because 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 you're 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 you're hurting won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.