A Fine Time To Leave Me Lucille

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In a barroom in Toledo across from the depot
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On a barstool she took off her ring

I thought I'd get closer so I walked on over
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I sat down and asked her, her name.

[Verse]

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When the drinks fin'lly hit her she said I'm no quitter
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But I finally quit livin' on dreams
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Hungry for laughter and here ever after
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I'm after whatever the other life brings.

[Verse]

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In the mirror I saw him I closely watched him
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I saw the look in his eyes

He came to the woman who sat there beside me
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And slowly started to cry.

[Verse]

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His big hands were calloused he looked like a mountain
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For a minute I thought I was dead
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But he started shaking his big heart was breaking
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As he turned to the woman and said.

[Chorus]

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You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
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With a four hungry children and a crop in the field
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I've had some sad times, lived through some bad times
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But this time your hurtin' won't heal.
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You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.

[Verse]

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After he left us I ordered more whiskey
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She said let's go have a ball

From the lights of the barroom to a rented hotel room
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We walked without talkin' at all.

[Verse]

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Lord, she was a beauty but when she came to me
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She must've thought that I'd lost my mind
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I couldn't hold her 'cause the words that he told her
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Came back to me time after time.

[Chorus]

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You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
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With a four hungry children and a crop in the field
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I've had some sad times, lived through some bad times
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But this time your hurtin' won't heal.
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You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.