I remember when the I met you with your people down in New Orleans Mad at your mama she wouldn't let you Ride in our nasty
Down at the levy with the moon up I lost my heart and confessed my
I said, oh say, God have mercy I've got to stop 'bout that Oh no, no, Lucy said, God mercy I've got to stop 'bout you
One summer night in a field of God's sweet letters in the sky light on your tiny feet Knew I had to you till the day that I died
We talk about grace It something when I saw your face
I said, oh Lucy said, God mercy I've got to thinkin' 'bout you Oh no, no, said, God have 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 in my brain 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 about the way it ended Hey, remembering the things that I a dream of love so splendid I wake up hard in an 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 stop thinkin' that Oh no, no, Lucy said, God mercy I've got to stop 'bout you
Oh no, no, Lucy said, God mercy got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to stop thinkin' 'bout Got to stop 'bout, got to stop thinkin' 'bout Got to thinkin' 'bout, yeah Oh, it does me no damn