(In a moderate country 3/4) In a ^Gbar in Toledo across from the depot, on a barstool she took off her ^D7ring. I ^Amithought I'd get closer, so ^D7I walked on over, I ^Amisat down and ^D7asked her her ^Gname. When the ^Gdrinks fin'ly hit her, she said, "I'm no quitter, but I fin'ly quit ^G7living on ^Cdreams. I'm ^D7hungry for laughter and here ever after, I'm after whatever the other life ^Gbrings." In the ^Gmirror I saw him and I closely watched him, I thought how he looked out of ^D7place. He ^Amicame to the woman who ^D7sat there beside me, he ^Amihad a strange ^D7look on his ^Gface. The ^Gbig hands were calloused, he looked like a mountain, for a minute I ^G7thought I was ^Cdead. But ^D7he started shaking, his big heart was breaking, he turned to the woman and ^Gsaid: You picked a fine time to leave me, ^CLucille, with four hungry children and crops in the ^Gfield. ^CI've had some bad times, lived through some sad times, but this time your hurtin' won't ^Gheal. You picked a ^D7fine time to leave me, ^GLucille. ^{A A}After he left us I ordered more whiskey, I thought how she made him look ^E7small. From the ^Hmilights of the barroom, to a ^E7rented hotel room, we ^Hmiwalked without ^E7talking at ^Aall. ^AShe was a beauty, but when she came to me, she must've thought ^A7I'd lost my ^Dmind; ^E7I couldn't hold her 'cause the words that he told her kept coming back time after ^Atime: You picked a fine time to leave me, ^DLucille, with four hungry children and crops in the ^Afield. ^DI've had some bad times, lived through some sad times, but this time your hurtin' won't ^Aheal. You picked a ^E7fine time to leave me, ^ALucille. {c:Repeat chorus and fade}