In a bar in Toledo, across from the depot, on a bar stool she took off her ring. I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over, I sit down and ask her her name. When the drinks finally hit her, she said I'm no 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 down beside me, he had a strange look on his face. 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, 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, 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 bar room, 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. Because I couldn't hold her, the words that he told her kept coming 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, lived through some sad times, this time your hurting 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, lived through some sad times, this time your hurting won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.