Lucille

(Roger Bowling - Hal Bynum)

One, two, three, four,

In a barroom 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 fin'lly hit her she said I'm no quitter

But I finally quit livin' on dreams

Hungry for laughter and here ever after

I'm after whatever the other life brings.

In the mirror I saw him I closely watched him

I saw the look in his eyes

He came to the woman who sat there beside me

And slowly started to cry.

His 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

As he turned to the woman and said.

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille

With a four hungry children and a crop in the field

I've had some sad times, lived through some bad times

But this time your hurtin' won't heal.

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.

After he left us I ordered more whiskey

She said let's go have a ball

From the lights of the barroom to a rented hotel room

We walked without talkin' at all.

Lord, she was a beauty but when she came to me

She must've thought that I'd lost my mind

I couldn't hold her 'cause the words that he told her

Came back to me time after time.

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille

With a four hungry children and a crop in the field

I've had some sad times, lived through some bad times

But this time your hurtin' won't heal.

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.

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