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 not quitter,    But I finally quit living 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,    I've lived through the sad times,    But this time the hurtin' 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 bar room 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,    I've lived through the sad times,    But 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,    I've lived through the sad times,    But this time the hurtin' won't heal.    You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille."