Lucille

(início)

Intro : A
A
In a bar in Toledo, across from the depot,
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On a barstool she took off her ring.
I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over.
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I sat down and asked her her name.
When the drinks finally hit her, she said, Im no quitter
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But I finally quit living on dreams.
 E
I'm hungry for laughter, and here ever after
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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)
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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.
  D
I've had some bad times, I've lived through some sad times,
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But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
                E                    A  ---------> B
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
B
After he left us, I ordered more whiskey.
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I thought how she'd made him look small.
From the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room
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we walked without talking at all.
She was a beauty, but when she came to me
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She must have thought I'd lost my mind.
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I couldn't hold her, for the words that he told her
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Kept comin' back time after time.
(Chorus)
                                       E
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
                                             B
With four hungry children and a crop in the field.
 E
I've had some bad times,
I've lived through some sad times,
                                 B
But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
             F#                    B
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
(Chorus)
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
                                             B
With four hungry children and a crop in the field.
 E
I've had some bad times,
I've lived through some sad times,
                                 B
But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
             F#                    B
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.