(I've Got To) Stop Thinkin' 'Bout That

I like to think about the time I met you

Living with your people down in New Orleans

Mad at your momma 'cause she'd never let you

Ride in no nasty limousine

Meet her on the levy with the moon up above

I lost my heart and confessed my love

"Oh now!" Lucy said

"God have mercy

I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that

Somehow

It does me no damn good"

One summer night in a field of wheat

God's sweet lanterns hanging in the sky

Moving light on your tiny feet

I knew I had to love you till the day I die

They talk about Amazing Grace

It meant something when I saw your face

"Oh now!" Lucy said

"God have mercy

I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that"

"Oh!" Lucy said

"I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you"

I think of all the little things that I never told you

I think I may get to hold you someday

It's in my brain just like a man possessed

I can't do me no work, I can't get me no rest

I can't understand a thing

Don't like to think about the way it ended

I hate remembering the things that I said

I dream a dream of love so splendid

I wake up hot in an empty bed

I wonder who'll be loving you next

Some fool who'll be writing bad checks

Oh now, Lucy

God have mercy

I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you

Somehow, baby

Lord have mercy

I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that