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I remember when the time I met yaLiving with your people down in New OrleansMad at your mama 'cause she wouldn't let yaRide in our nasty limousineDown at the levy with the moon up aboveI lost my heart and confessed my loveI said Oh Lucy say God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout thatOh no no, Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout youOne summer night in a field of wheatGod's sweet letters hanging in the skyMoving light on your tiny feetKnew I had to love ya till the day that I diedWe talk about amazing grace it meant something when I saw your faceI said Oh Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout youOh no no, Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout youI think of all the little things that I never told youI think I'll make it to heaven with ya somedayIt's in my brain like a man possessedI can't do me no work I can't get me no restoh it does me no damn goodDon't like to think about the way it endedHey, remembering the things that I saidDream a dream of love so splendidI wake up hard in an empty bedI wonder who'll be lovin' you nextSome fool who's writin' bad checksI said Oh Lucy say God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout thatOh no no, Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout youOh no no, Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout thatoh it does me no damn good
I remember when the time I met yaLiving with your people down in New OrleansMad at your mama 'cause she wouldn't let yaRide in our nasty limousineDown at the levy with the moon up aboveI lost my heart and confessed my loveI said Oh Lucy say God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout thatOh no no, Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout youOne summer night in a field of wheatGod's sweet letters hanging in the skyMoving light on your tiny feetKnew I had to love ya till the day that I diedWe talk about amazing grace it meant something when I saw your faceI said Oh Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout youOh no no, Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout youI think of all the little things that I never told youI think I'll make it to heaven with ya somedayIt's in my brain like a man possessedI can't do me no work I can't get me no restoh it does me no damn goodDon't like to think about the way it endedHey, remembering the things that I saidDream a dream of love so splendidI wake up hard in an empty bedI wonder who'll be lovin' you nextSome fool who's writin' bad checksI said Oh Lucy say God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout thatOh no no, Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout youOh no no, Lucy said God have mercyI've got to stop thinkin' 'bout thatoh it does me no damn good