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