| In a barroom 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’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
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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
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| He came to the woman who sat there beside me
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| And slowly started to cry
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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
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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
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| After he left us I ordered more whiskey
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| She said let’s go have a ball
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| From the lights of the barroom to a rented hotel room
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| We walked without talkin' at all
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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 |