(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 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
 Oh Lucy, God have mercy
 I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
 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 Lucy, God have mercy
 I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
 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 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 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
 I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you