Letra da Música: Lucille - Waylon Jennings

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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 livin' 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 hurtin' 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 talkin' 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...