Lucille

In a bar in Toledo across from the depot

On a bus to Chetoko ferrying

I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over

I sat down and asked her her name

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 your 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've thought I'd lost my mind

I couldn't hold her 'cause 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 your hurting won't heal

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille