I like to think about the time I met you
Living with your people down in New Orleans
Mad at your mama 'cause she'd never let you
Ride in no nasty limousine

Later on the levee
With the moon up above
I lost my heart
And confessed my love

Now Lucy say, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinking about that, somehow
Does me no damn good

One summer night in a field of wheat
God's sweet lanterns up 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 say God have mercy
I've got to stop thinking about that
Oh Lucy say
Can't stop thinking about you
I think of all the little things
That I never told you
I think I may get to hold you someday
It's 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 it baby

Don't like to think about the way it ended
I hate remembering the things that I said
I dream a dream of a love so splendid
I wake up hard in an empty bed

I wonder who'll be
Loving you next
Some fool will be writing
Bad checks

Oh now Lucy, God have mercy
God, I've got to stop thinking about that, somehow
Lord have mercy
Got to stop thinking about that

Oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh you
Stop thinking about you, yeah