Текст песни James Taylor - (I`ve Got To) Stop Thinkin` `Bout That
James Taylor - (I`ve Got To) Stop Thinkin` `Bout That слова песни
I like to think about the time I met youLiving with your people down in New OrleansMad at your mama cause she`d never let youRide in no nasty limousineLater on the levee with the moon up aboveI lost my heart and confessed my loveOh Lucy, God have mercyI`ve got to stop thinkin` `bout thatOne Summer night in a field of wheatGod`s sweet lanterns hanging in the skyMoving light on your tiny feetI knew I had to love you till the day I dieThey talk about Amazing GraceIt meant something when I saw your faceOh Lucy, God have mercyI`ve got to stop thinkin` `bout thatI think of all the little things that I never told youI think I may get to hold you somedayIt`s in my brain just like a man possessedI can`t do me no work, I can`t get me no restI can`t understand it babyDon`t like to think about the way it endedI hate remembering the things that I saidI dream a dream of love so splendidI wake up hard in an empty bedI wonder who`ll be loving you nextSome fool will be writing bad checksOh now Lucy, God have mercyI`ve got to stop thinkin` `bout you