But this time your hurtin' won't heal
When the drinks finally hit her
We walked without talkin' at all
I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times
And had a strange look on his face
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
From the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room
But he started shakin', his big heart was breakin'
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
I thought how she'd made him look small
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I'm hungry for laughter and here ever after I'm after
But this time your hurtin' won't heal
She must have thought I'd lost my mind
I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times
And thought how he looked out of place
But this time your hurtin' won't heal
Sat down and asked her, her name
Kept comin' back, time after time
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
His big hands were calloused, he looked like a mountain
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille"
Whatever the other life brings"
He turned to the woman and said
She was a beauty but when she came to me
She said, "I'm no quitter but I finally quit living on dreams
After he left us, I ordered more whiskey
For a minute I thought I was dead
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
In the mirror, I saw him and I closely watched him
I couldn't hold her 'cause the words that he told her
I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over
He came to the woman who sat there beside me
