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    In a bar 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 finally hit her, she said
    "I'm no quitter,
    But I finally quit living on dreams
    I'm hungry for laughter,
    Here ever after
    I'm after whatever the other life brings"

    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,
    He turned to the woman and said

    You picked a fine time to leave me, lucille
    With four hungry children and a crop in the field
    I've had some bad times,
    Lived through some sad times
    This time the hurtin' won't heal
    You picked a fine time to leave me, lucille

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    After he left us, I ordered more whiskey
    I thought how she'd made him look small
    From the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room
    We walked without talking at all
    She was a beauty, but when she came to me
    She must have thought I'd lost my mind
    I couldn't hold her, for the words that he told her
    Kept comin' back time after time

    You picked a fine time to leave me, lucille
    With four hungry children and a crop in the field
    I've had some bad times,
    Lived through some sad times
    This time the hurtin' won't heal
    You picked a fine time to leave me, lucille

    You picked a fine time to leave me, lucille
    With four hungry children and a crop in the field
    I've had some bad times
    Lived through some sad times
    This time the hurtin' won't heal
    You picked a fine time to leave me, lucille

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