Lyrics:

(Roger Bowling - Hal Bynum)

one, Two, Three, Four,

in A Barroom In Toledo Across From The Depot
on A Barstool She Took Off Her Ring
i Thought I'd Get Closer So I Walked On Over
i Sat Down And Asked Her, Her Name.

when The Drinks Fin'lly Hit Her She Said I'm No Quitter
but I Finally Quit Livin' On Dreams
hungry For Laughter And Here Ever After
i'm After Whatever The Other Life Brings.

in The Mirror I Saw Him I Closely Watched Him
i Saw The Look In His Eyes
he Came To The Woman Who Sat There Beside Me
and Slowly Started To Cry.

his 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
as He Turned To The Woman And Said.

you Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me Lucille
with A Four Hungry Children And A Crop In The Field
i've Had Some Sad Times, Lived Through Some Bad Times
but This Time Your Hurtin' Won't Heal.
you Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me Lucille.

after He Left Us I Ordered More Whiskey
she Said Let's Go Have A Ball
from The Lights Of The Barroom To A Rented Hotel Room
we Walked Without Talkin' At All.

lord, She Was A Beauty But When She Came To Me
she Must've Thought That I'd Lost My Mind
i Couldn't Hold Her 'cause The Words That He Told Her
came Back To Me Time After Time.

you Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me Lucille
with A Four Hungry Children And A Crop In The Field
i've Had Some Sad Times, Lived Through Some Bad Times
but This Time Your Hurtin' Won't Heal.
you Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me Lucille.

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