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