Lyric I ve Got To Stop Thinkin bout That

I remember when the time I met you
Living with your people down in New Orleans
Mad at your mama cause she d never let you
Ride in our nasty limousine
Later on the levee with the moon up above
I lost my heart and confessed my love
Oh Lucy, God have mercy
I ve got to stop thinkin bout that
oh no no Lucy said God have mercy
I ve got to stop thinking bout you

One summer night in a field of wheat
God s sweet lanterns hanging in the sky
Moving light on your tiny feet
I knew I had to love you till the day I die
They talk about Amazing Grace
It meant something when I saw your face
Oh Lucy, God have mercy
I ve got to stop thinkin bout that
I said Ohh Lucy, God have mercy
I ve got to stop thinkin bout you

I think of all the little things that I never told you
I think I may get to hold you someday
It s my brain just like a man possessed
I can t do me no work, I can t get me no rest
Oh it does me no damn good

Don t like to think about the way it ended
I hate remembering the things that I said
I dream a dream of love so splendid
I wake up hard in an empty bed
I wonder who ll be loving you next
Some fool who s writing bad checks
Oh now Lucy, God have mercy
I ve got to stop thinkin bout you
Oh no no Lucy said God have mercy
I ve got to stop thinking bout you