LUCILLE NO.2
(Roger Bowling / Hal Bynum / Sheb Wooley)

Ben Colder - 1979




In a little clapped-out bar, she sipped on a Lone Star
She started to fume and to fuss
I hurried to meet ‘er, I took out a ticket
And told her I missed the damned bus

When the beer finally hit her, she started to titter
Soon I was tittering too, having Lone Star and laughter
When in walked this big Texan
He messed up our love on a hot afternoon

As soon as he spied us, he came up beside us
With a hand that was big as a ham
He took me by the shoulder, said “Are you Ben Colder?”
I said, “Frankly, I don’t think I am”

This big hairy fellah was a Texas gorilla
For a minute I thought I was dead
Then he started laughin’ and pointing and scratchin’
He turned to the woman and he said

Woo-hoo-hoo-hah-hah-hah, what’ll I tell ya

You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
They just brought in a gusher out there in the field
Nothin’ but good times and drinkin’ this good wine
And sleepin’ as late as I feel
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille

Hah-hah-hah-hah, aarrgh

As soon as he left there, I ordered some more beer
But she didn’t drink hers at all
Her eyeballs got glazy, she went kind o’ crazy
And wrote dirty words on the wall

I couldn’t hold her, ‘cause she pee’d on my shoulder
Said, It’s your fault that I’m here with you
I gave up the good life and bein’ a rich man’s wife
For a few lousy pretzels and beer”
And outside in the street we could hear

You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
Just when I bought me a new set o’ wheels
‘Stead o’ cleanin’ out the cow lot, you’d be drivin’ your own yacht
Baby, you blew the whole deal
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille


(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July 2010)