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Capo 0-1 LUCILLE
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In a bar in To-ledo ac-ross from the depot on a
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bar stool she took off her ring
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I thought i'd get closer so I walked on over I
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sat down and asked her name
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When the drinks finally hit her she said I'm no
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quitter but I finally quit livin on dreams
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I'm hungry for laughter and here ever after I'm
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after what-ever the other life brings
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In the mirror I saw him and I closely watched him I
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thought how he looked out of place
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He came to the woman who sat there be-side me he
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had a strange look on his face
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The big hands were calloused he looked like a
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mountain for a minute I thought I was dead
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But he started shaking his big heart was
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breaking he turned to the woman and said
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You picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille
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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 but
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this time your hurting won't heal
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you picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille.
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After he left us I ordered more whisky I thought how she'd
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made him look small
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From the lights of the bar room to a rented ho-tel room we
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walked without talking at all
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She was a beauty but when she came to me she
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must have thought I'd lost my mind
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I could'nt hold her 'cos the words that told her kept
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coming back time after time
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You picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille
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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 but
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this time your hurting won't heal
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you picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille.
Ray From Sussex England