(I've Got To) Stop Thinkin' Bout That - Edwin Mccain

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

Now Lucy say, God have mercy

I’ve got to stop thinking about that, somehow

Does me no damn good

One summer night in a field of wheat

God’s sweet lanterns up 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 say God have mercy

I’ve got to stop thinking about that

Oh Lucy say

Can’t stop thinking about you

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 a 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

God, I’ve got to stop thinking about that, somehow

Lord have mercy

Got to stop thinking about that

Oh, oh, whoa

Oh, oh you

Stop thinking about you, yeah