(I've Got To) Stop Thinkin' Bout That

I like to think about 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 no 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

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 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

I can't understand it baby

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 will be writing bad checks

Oh now Lucy, God have mercy

I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you