Lyrics:

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

Where are you now?

But you know I like to think about the time I met you
Living with the people in New Orleans
Mad at your mom 'cause she'd never let you
Ride in your nasty limousines
Met her 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
Stop thinkin' 'bout

It was one summer night in a field of wheat
God's sweet lanterns hanging in the sky, baby
Moving light on your tiny feet
I knew I had to love you till the day I die
People were talkin' about Amazing Grace
It meant something when I saw your face

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

I can't think of all the little things that I never told you
I can't think I've been a holy roller
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

Walk on, walk on

I hate thinkin' 'bout the way it ended
I hate rememberin' what 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 that
Whoa, Lucy said, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
Stop thinkin' 'bout
Stop thinkin' 'bout
Stop thinkin' 'bout
Stop thinkin' 'bout

Burn up!