Billy Currington

Billy Currington

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  • Billy Currington Lucille Lyrics

           

    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 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 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,

    [Chorus]
    "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 some 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 barroom 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.

    [Chorus]
    "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 some sad times,
    But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
    You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.

    [Chorus]
    "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 some sad times,
    But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
    You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.

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