Lucille Lyrics

Kenny Rogers


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Hal Bynum, Roger Bowling
album: Track 4 in album Kenny Rogers
release date: 1977
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length: 3:40

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In a bar in Toledo across from the depot
On a bar stool she took off her ring
I thought I'd get closer so I walked on over
I sat down and asked her name
When the drinks finally hit her
She said I'm no quitter but I finally quit livin 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 be-side 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
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
But this time your hurting 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 bar room
To a 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 'cos the words that told her
Kept coming back time after time
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
But this time your hurting won't heal
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.

Track Listing

  • 1 Laura (What's He Got That I Ain't Got)
  • 2 I Wasn't Man Enough
  • 3 Mother Country Music
  • 4 Why Don't We Go Somewhere and Love
  • 5 Green Green Grass of Home
  • 6 Till I Get It Right
  • 7 Lucille
  • 8 The Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp
  • 9 Lay Down Beside Me
  • 10 Puttin' In Overtime at Home
  • 11 While I Play the Fiddle