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

Whoa, Lucy said, God hoave mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
Yeah

I'm sure I love thinkin' about the time I met you
Living with your people in New Orleans
Mad at your mom 'cause she'd never let you
Ride in those nasty limousines
Met on the levy with the moon up above
Lost my heart and confessed my love

I said, whoa, Lucy said, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that

It was 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
Think about talkin' about Amazing Grace
It meant something when I saw your face

I said, whoa, now Lucy said, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
Whoa, Lucy said
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

Walk on
Walk on

I hate thinkin' 'bout 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 will be writing bad checks

I said, whoa, Lucy said, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you
Somehow, baby, Lord have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa