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