i ve got to stop thinkin bout that

James Taylor

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 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