Kenny Rogers: Lucille | Song-Factsheet

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Song «Lucille» von Kenny Rogers.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1976 11 (Album), 1977 01 24 (Single)
Label: United Artists UA-LA 689 G, United Artist UA-XW 929 Y
Songwriter Roger Bowling & Hal Bynum
Produktion: Larry Butler
Genre: Country - Countrypop - Urban-Cowboy

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Kenny Rogers
Roger Bowling
Hal Bynum
Larry Butler

Lyrics

[Verse 1:] 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 living 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 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 Lived through some sad times But this time you're hurting won't heal You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille [Verse 2:] 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 talkin' 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 'Cuz the words that he told her Kept coming back time after time [Repeat 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 Lived through some sad times But this time you're hurting won't heal You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille 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 you're hurting won't heal You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille