Текст песни Billy Currington - Lucille
Billy Currington - Lucille слова песни
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 beside 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,
[Chorus]
"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,
I`ve lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin` 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 barroom to the 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, for the words that he told her
Kept comin` back time after time.
[Chorus]
"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,
I`ve lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin` won`t heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
[Chorus]
"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,
I`ve lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin` won`t heal.