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(originally by Kenny Rogers) |
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In a bar in Toledo |
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Across from the depot |
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On a bar stool, 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 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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His big hands were calloused |
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He looks 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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"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille, |
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With four hungry children and crops in the field. |
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And I've had some bad times and lived through some sad times, |
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But this time the hurting won't heal. |
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You've picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille." |
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After he left us, |
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I ordered more whiskey. |
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I thought how she made him look small. |
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From the lights of the bar room |
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To a rented hotel room |
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We walked without talking at all. |
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No, she was a beauty |
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But when she came to me |
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She must have thought I'd lost my mind, |
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'Cause I couldn't hold her |
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The words that he told |
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Kept coming back time after time. |
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"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille, |
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With four hungry children and crops in the field. |
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And I've had some bad times and lived through some sad times, |
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But this time the hurting won't heal. |
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You've picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. |
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Oh, you've picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille." |