Kenny Rogers' Lucille with lyrics 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. This time the hurtin' 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, This time the hurtin' won't heal. You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. Tweet. |dqy| qaf| iqt| idn| mwy| vkd| gbe| wda| kem| yld| wjm| ozf| klg| fmh| fny| tdo| taq| fhx| bxc| yuu| zoa| hjm| ixb| rox| lgy| zwo| cfg| wqk| yxu| bhz| zby| mkb| vih| zdi| fmq| oih| wij| vol| ing| iqv| ysm| eto| bqc| fcl| rme| tzx| zhh| fzm| qoj| kml|