| 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
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| So I walked on over
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| I sat down and asked her her name
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| When the drinks finally hit her
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| She said,"I'm no quitter
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| But I finally quit living on dreams
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| I’m hungry for laughter
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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 a crop in the field
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| I’ve had some bad times
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| Lived through some sad times
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| This time the 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’d made him look small
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| From the lights of the barroom to the 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 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
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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
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| Lived through some sad times
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| This time the hurtin' won’t heal
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| You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
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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
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| Lived through some sad times
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| This time the hurtin' won’t heal
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| You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille |