Edwin McCain Lyrics

Album: Misguided Roses

I've Got To Stop Thinkin' 'Bout That 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 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