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, 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 womanWho 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, LucilleWith four hungry children and a crop in the field.I've had some bad times,Lived through some sad times,This time the hurtin' 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 barroom to the rented hotel roomWe walked without talking at all.She was a beauty, but when she came to meShe must have thought I'd lost my mind.I couldn't hold her, for the words that he told herKept comin' back time after time.

"You picked a fine time to leave me, LucilleWith four hungry children and a crop in the field.I've had some bad times,Lived through some sad times,This time the hurtin' won't heal.You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.

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"You picked a fine time to leave me, LucilleWith four hungry children and a crop in the field.I've had some bad times,Lived through some sad times,This time the hurtin' won't heal.You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.

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