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Waylon Jennings

Lucille

 

Lucille

(Album: Ol' Waylon - 1977)


One, two, three, four,

In a barroom 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 fin'lly hit her she said I'm no quitter
But I finally quit living on dreams
Hungry for laughter and here ever after
I'm after whatever the other life brings.

In the mirror I saw him I closely watched him
I saw the look in his eyes
He came to the woman who sat there beside me
And slowly started to cry.

His 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
As he turned to the woman and said.

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
With a four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some sad times, lived through some bad 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
She said let's go have a ball
From the lights of the barroom to a rented hotel room
We walked without talking at all.

Lord, she was a beauty but when she came to me
She must've thought that I'd lost my mind
I couldn't hold her 'cause the words that he told her
Came back to me time after time.

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
With a four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some sad times, lived through some bad times
But this time your hurting won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.

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