I remember the time I met you Living with people down in New Orleans Mad at your mama she wouldn't let you in our nasty limousine
Down at the levy the moon up above I my heart and confessed my love
I said, oh Lucy say, God have I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout Oh no, no, Lucy said, God mercy I've got to stop 'bout you
One summer in a field of wheat God's letters hanging in the sky Moving light on tiny feet Knew I had to you till the day that I died
We talk amazing grace It meant something when I saw your
I said, oh Lucy said, God have got to stop thinkin' 'bout you Oh no, no, Lucy said, God mercy I've got to thinkin' 'bout you
I think of all the little things I never told you I think make it to heaven with you someday in my brain like a man possessed I do me no work I can't get me no rest
Oh, it me no damn good
Don't like to about the way it ended Hey, remembering the things that I Dream a of love so splendid I up hard in an empty bed
I wonder who'll be you next Some fool writin' bad checks
I said, oh Lucy say, God mercy I've got to stop thinkin' that Oh no, no, Lucy said, God have I've got to stop 'bout you
Oh no, no, said, God have mercy I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to thinkin' 'bout Got to thinkin' 'bout, got to stop thinkin' 'bout Got to stop 'bout, yeah Oh, it does me no damn