Lucille

Intro : A

A
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.
                              A
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
Whatever the other life brings."
A



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,
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He turned to the woman and said,

(Chorus)
"You picked a fine time to leave me,
    D
 Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop
          A
 in the field.
  D
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,
  A  ---------> B
 Lucille.


B
After he left us, I ordered more 
whiskey.
I thought how she'd made him look 
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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
She must have thought I'd lost my 
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mind.
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I couldn't hold her, for the words 
that he told her
                             B
Kept comin' back time after time.

(Chorus)
"You picked a fine time to leave me,
   E
 Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop
         B
 in the field.
 E
I've had some bad times,
I've lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin' won't 
 B
heal.
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You picked a fine time to leave me, 
B
Lucille.

(Chorus)
"You picked a fine time to leave me,
 Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop
         B
 in the field.
 E
I've had some bad times,
I've lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin' won't 
 B
heal.
             F#                    
You picked a fine time to leave me, 
B
Lucille.