Kenny Rogers


In a bar in Toledo* across from the depot**
on a barstool she took off her ring.
I thought I'd get closer, so I walked on over,
I sat down and asked her her name.

When the drinks fin'ly hit her, she said, "I'm no quitter,
but I fin'ly 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.

His 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,
And he turned to the woman and said:

You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille,
with four hungry children and crops in the field.
I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times,
but this time your 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 made him look small.
From the lights of the barroom, to a rented hotel room,
we walked without talking at all.

She was a beauty, but when she came to me,
she must've thought I'd lost my mind;
'cause I couldn't hold her, the words that he told her
kept coming back time after time:

Chorus (bis)

*Gemeint ist natürlich nicht die alte Hauptstadt Kastiliens, sondern Toledo/Ohio, das die höchste Kriminalitätsrate aller US-Städte vergleichbarer Größe aufweist. Knapp ein Drittel der rund 300.000 Einwohner sind Neger (einschließlich schwarzer "Hispanics"), Nachkommen der "befreiten" Sklaven, die man nach dem Sezessionskrieg als billige Hilfsarbeiter in den Norden lockte, wo es ihnen meist noch dreckiger ging als auf den Bauwollfeldern der Südstaaten. 2005 wurde erstmals eine Demonstration Weißer von überwiegend schwarzer Polizei zusammengeschossen, die gegen ihre kriminellen "Brüder" nichts unternimmt. Ohio ist daher zur Hochburg des "National Socialist Movement", der amerikanischen Neo-Nazis, geworden.
**Die Greyhoundstation befand sich an der Ecke North Ontario Street/Jefferson Avenue. Es war also wohl die üble Spelunke gemeint, in der sich heute "Caesar's Show Bar" befindet, ein Striplokal für Schwule, das damit wirbt, daß Rauchen nicht verboten ist!

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