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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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,
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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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[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,
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I've lived through some sad times,
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But 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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[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,
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I've lived through some sad times,
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But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
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You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
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[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,
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I've lived through some sad times,
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But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
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You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
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Lucille
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Billy Currington |