Текст Edwin McCain – (I’ve Got To) Stop Thinkin’ ‘Bout That

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

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