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