I remember the time I met you Living with your people in New Orleans Mad at your mama 'cause she let you Ride in our nasty
Down at the with the moon up above I lost my heart and my love
I said, oh Lucy say, God have I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout Oh no, no, Lucy said, God have got to stop thinkin' 'bout you
One summer in a field of wheat God's sweet letters in the sky Moving light on your feet I had to love you till the day that I died
We talk about amazing It something when I saw your face
I said, oh said, God have mercy I've got to thinkin' 'bout you Oh no, no, Lucy said, God mercy got to stop thinkin' 'bout you
I think of all the little things that I never 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 work I get me no rest
Oh, it does me no good
Don't like to think about the way it Hey, remembering the things I said Dream a of love so splendid I up hard in an empty bed
I wonder who'll be you next Some fool who's writin' bad
I said, oh Lucy say, God mercy I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout Oh no, no, Lucy said, God have I've got to stop thinkin' you
Oh no, no, said, God have mercy got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to stop thinkin' 'bout Got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to stop thinkin' Got to stop 'bout, yeah Oh, it does me no good