| Eb | | In a | bar in Toledo across from the depot, |
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| Bb7 | | on a barstool she took off her | ring. |
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| Fm | Bb7 | | I | thought I’d get closer, so | I walked on over, |
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| Fm | Bb7 | Eb | | I | sat down and | asked her her | name. |
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| Eb | | When the | drinks finally hit her, she said, „I’m no quitter,“ |
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| Eb7 | Ab | | but I finally quit | living on | dreams. |
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| Bb7 | | I’m | hungry for laughter and here ever after, |
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| Eb | | I’m after whatever the other life | brings.“ |
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| Eb | | In the | mirror I saw him and I closely watched him, |
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| Bb7 | | I thought how he looked out of | place. |
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| Fm | Bb7 | | He | came to the woman who | sat there beside me, |
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| Fm | Bb7 | Eb | | he | had a strange | look on his | face. |
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| Eb | | The | big hands were calloused, he looked like a mountain, |
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| Eb7 | Ab | | for a minute I | thought I was | dead. |
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| Bb7 | | But | he started shaking, his big heart was breaking, |
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| Eb | | he turned to the woman and | said: |
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| | | Ab | | | You picked a fine time to leave me, | Lucille, |
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| | | Eb | | | with four hungry children and a crop in the | field. |
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| | | Ab | | | | I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times, |
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| | | Eb | | | but this time your hurtin’ won’t | heal. |
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| | | Bb7 | Eb | F | | | You picked a | fine time to leave me, | Lucille. | |
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| F | | After he left us I ordered more whiskey, |
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| C7 | | I thought how she made him look | small. |
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| Gm | C7 | | From the | lights of the barroom, to a | rented hotel room, |
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| Gm | C7 | F | | we | walked without | talking at | all. |
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| F | | She was a beauty, but when she came to me, |
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| F7 | Bb | | she must’ve thought | I’d lost my | mind; |
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| C7 | | I couldn’t hold her ’cause the words that he told her |
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| F | | kept coming back time after | time: |
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| | | Bb | | | You picked a fine time to leave me, | Lucille, |
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| | | F | | | with four hungry children and a crop in the | field. |
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| | | Bb | | | | I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times, |
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| | | F | | | but this time your hurtin’ won’t | heal. |
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| | | C7 | F | | | You picked a | fine time to leave me, | Lucille. |
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(Kenny Rogers spilar þetta upphaflega í Bb-dúr) |
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