I when the time I met you Living with your people in New Orleans Mad at your mama she wouldn't let you Ride in our limousine
at the levy with the moon up above I my heart 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 stop thinkin' you
One summer in a field of wheat God's letters hanging in the sky Moving on your tiny feet Knew I had to love you till the day that I
We talk about grace It meant something when I saw face
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 make it to heaven with you someday It's in my brain like a man I can't do me no I can't get me no rest
Oh, it does me no good
Don't like to think the way it ended Hey, remembering the things I said Dream a dream of so splendid I wake up hard in an bed
I who'll be lovin' you next Some fool writin' bad checks
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 stop thinkin' you
Oh no, no, Lucy said, God have I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to thinkin' 'bout Got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to stop thinkin' Got to thinkin' 'bout, yeah Oh, it does me no good