Lucille

Rogers Kenny

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In a bar in Toledo across from the depot,
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on a barstool she took off her ring.
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I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over,
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I sat down and asked her her name.

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When the drinks fin'ly hit her, she said, "I'm no quitter,
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but I fin'ly quit living on dreams.
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I'm hungry for laughter and here ever after,
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I'm after whatever the other life brings."

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In the mirror I saw him and I closely watched him,
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I thought how he looked out of place.
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He came to the woman who sat there beside me,
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he had a strange look on his face.

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The 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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he turned to the woman and said:

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You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille,
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with four hungry children and crops in the field.
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I've had some bad times, lived through some sad 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.   

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After he left us I ordered more whiskey,
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I thought how she made him look small.
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From the lights of the barroom, to a rented hotel room,
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we walked without talking at all.

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She was a beauty, but when she came to me,
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she must've thought 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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kept coming back time after time:

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You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille,
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with four hungry children and crops in the field.
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I've had some bad times, lived through some sad 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



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