I like to think about the time I met you
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Living with your people down in New Orleans
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Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you
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Ride in no nasty limousine
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Later on the levee with the moon up above
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I lost my heart and confessed my love
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Oh Lucy, God have mercy
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I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
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One summer night in a field of wheat
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God's sweet lanterns hanging in the sky
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Moving light on your tiny feet
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I knew I had to love you till the day I die
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They talk about Amazing Grace
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It meant something when I saw your face
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Oh Lucy, God have mercy
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I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
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I think of all the little things that I never told you
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I think I may get to hold you someday
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It's my brain just like a man possessed
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I can't do me no work, I can't get me no rest
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I can't understand it baby
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Don't like to think about the way it ended
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I hate remembering the things that I said
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I dream a dream of love so splendid
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I wake up hard in an empty bed
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I wonder who'll be loving you next
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Some fool will be writing bad checks
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Oh now Lucy, God have mercy
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I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you
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(I've Got To) Stop Thinkin' 'Bout That
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| Edwin McCain |
