(I’ve Got to) Stop Thinkin’ ’bout That James Taylor

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

Now Lucy say, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinking about that, somehow
Does me no damn good

One summer night in a field of wheat
God's sweet lanterns up 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 now Lucy say God have mercy
I've got to stop thinking about that
Oh Lucy say
Can't stop thinking about you