Intro : A 
 
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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. 
 
I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over. 
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I sat down and asked her her name. 
 
 
When the drinks finally hit her, she said, Im no quitter        
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But I finally quit living on dreams. 
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I'm hungry for laughter, and here ever after 
                                    A 
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 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, 
 
(Chorus) 
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"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille 
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With four hungry children and a crop in the field. 
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I've had some bad times, I've lived through some sad times, 
                            A     
But this time the hurtin' won't heal. 
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You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. 
 
 
B  
After he left us, I ordered more whiskey. 
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I thought how she'd made him look small. 
From the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room 
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we walked without talking at all. 
 
 
She was a beauty, but when she came to me 
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She must have thought I'd lost my mind. 
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I couldn't hold her, for the words that he told her 
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Kept comin' back time after time. 
 
(Chorus) 
                                       E 
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille 
                                             B 
With four hungry children and a crop in the field. 
 E 
I've had some bad times, 
I've lived through some sad times, 
                                 B 
But this time the hurtin' won't heal. 
             F#                    B  
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. 
 
(Chorus) 
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille 
                                             B 
With four hungry children and a crop in the field. 
 E 
I've had some bad times, 
I've lived through some sad times, 
                                 B 
But this time the hurtin' won't heal. 
             F#                    B  
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. 
 
 
 
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