| In a bar in Toledo across from the depot, |
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on a barstool she took off her ring. |
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I thought I’d get closer, 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, 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 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 who sat there beside me, |
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he had a strange look on his face. |
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The big hands were calloused, he looked like a mountain, |
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for a minute I thought I was dead. |
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But he started shaking, 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 a crop in the field. |
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I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times, |
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but this time your hurtin’ won’t heal. |
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You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. |
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After he left us 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 barroom, to a rented hotel room, |
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we walked without talking at all. |
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She was a beauty, but when she came to me, |
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she must’ve thought I’d lost my mind; |
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I couldn’t hold her ’cause the words that he told her |
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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 a crop in the field. |
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I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times, |
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but this time your hurtin’ won’t heal. |
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You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. |
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(Kenny Rogers spilar þetta upphaflega í Bb-dúr) |
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