Written by Roger Bowling & Hal Bynum




In a bar room 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 name,
When the drinks finally hit her she said "I'm no quitter,
But I finally quit livin' on dreams,
I'm hungry for laughter and 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,
But this time your hurting won't heal,
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille".


After he left us, I ordered more whiskey,
I thought how she'd made him look small,
From the lights of the barroom to a 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 'cause the words that he told her,
Kept coming back time after time.


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