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