I remember the time I met you Living with your down in New Orleans Mad at your mama 'cause she let you Ride in our limousine
Down at the with the moon up above I lost my heart and my love
I said, oh say, God have mercy got to stop thinkin' '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 hanging in the sky light on your tiny feet Knew I had to you till the day that I died
We talk about grace It meant when I saw your face
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 'bout you
I think of all the little that I never told you I I'll make it to heaven with you someday It's in my brain a man possessed I can't do me no work I get me no rest
Oh, it me no damn good
Don't to think about the way it ended Hey, remembering the that I said Dream a of love so splendid I wake up hard in an bed
I wonder who'll be you next fool who's writin' bad checks
I said, oh say, God have mercy I've got to thinkin' 'bout that Oh no, no, Lucy said, God mercy I've got to thinkin' 'bout you
Oh no, no, said, God have mercy I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to stop thinkin' Got to thinkin' 'bout, got to stop thinkin' 'bout Got to stop thinkin' 'bout, Oh, it does me no good