(I`ve Got To) Stop Thinkin` `Bout That — текст песни (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
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 in 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