Текст песни James Taylor - Stop Thinkin bout That
James Taylor - 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 shed 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 mercyIve got to stop thinkin bout thatOne summer night in a field of wheatGods 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 mercyIve got to stop thinkin bout thatI think of all the little things that I never told youI think I may get to hold you somedayIts my brain just like a man possessedI cant do me no work, I cant get me no restI cant understand it babyDont 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 wholl be loving you nextSome fool will be writing bad checksOh now lucy, God have mercyIve got to stop thinkin bout you