Lyrics:

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, now Lucy said, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
Somehow, it does me no damn good

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, now Lucy said, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
Oh, Lucy say
Can't stop thinkin 'bout you

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 hot
In an empty bed

I wonder who'll be
Loving you next
Some fool who will be
Writing bad checks

Oh, now Lucy, 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