I when the time I met you with your people down in New Orleans Mad at mama 'cause she wouldn't let you in our nasty limousine
Down at the levy with the up above I lost my heart and my love
I said, oh Lucy say, God mercy got to stop thinkin' 'bout that 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 on your tiny feet Knew I had to love you till the day I died
We talk about grace It something when I saw your face
I said, oh Lucy said, God mercy I've got to stop thinkin' you Oh no, no, Lucy said, God mercy I've got to stop 'bout you
I think of all the little things that I told you I think I'll 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 does me no damn
like to think about the way it ended Hey, remembering the things I said Dream a dream of so splendid I wake up hard in an bed
I wonder be lovin' you next Some fool writin' bad checks
I said, oh Lucy say, God mercy I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout Oh no, no, said, God have mercy I've got to thinkin' 'bout you
Oh no, no, Lucy said, God mercy got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to stop thinkin' 'bout Got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to thinkin' 'bout Got to stop thinkin' 'bout, Oh, it me no damn good