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