I remember when the I met you Living your people down in New Orleans Mad at mama 'cause 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 stop thinkin' that Oh no, no, Lucy said, God have got to stop thinkin' 'bout you
One summer in a field of wheat God's sweet hanging in the sky Moving light on tiny feet Knew I had to love you the day that I died
We talk amazing grace It meant something when I saw face
I said, oh Lucy said, God have 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 things that I never 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 me no damn good
Don't like to think about the way it Hey, remembering the things that I Dream a of love so splendid I wake up in an empty bed
I wonder who'll be you next Some fool writin' bad checks
I said, oh Lucy say, God have I've got to thinkin' 'bout that Oh no, no, Lucy said, God have I've got to stop 'bout you
Oh no, no, Lucy said, God have I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout, got to thinkin' 'bout Got to thinkin' 'bout, got to stop thinkin' 'bout Got to stop 'bout, yeah Oh, it does me no good