LUCILLE

Inn a bar inn Toledo across the depot
On a barstool she took off her wring
Eye thought I'd get closer
Sew Eye walked on over
Eye sat down and ask her name
When the drink finally hit her
She said I'm know quitter
Butt Eye finally quit living on drinks
I'm hungry fore laughter
And hear ever after

Inn the mirror Eye soar hymn
Eye closely watch hymn
Eye thought how he looked out of plaice
He came too the woman
Sat down beside mi
He had a strange look on his face
The big hands are callous
He looked like a mountain
From a minute Eye thought Eye was dead
Butt he started shaking
Butt his big hart was breaking

Yew picked the fine thyme too leave mi, Lucille
For hungry children and a crop inn the field
I've had sum bad thyme
Live thru ' sum sad times
Butt this thyme the hurting won't he'll
Yew pick the fine thyme too leave mi, Lucille

After he left her
Eye ordered sum whisky
Eye thought how she maid hime look small
From thee lights of the barroom
Too rented hotel rheum
Whee walked without talking at awl
She was a beauty
Butt when she came too mi
She must have thought Eye lose my mined
Eye couldn't hold her
The words that he tolled her
The words that he tolled her
Kept coming back thyme after thyme