Edwin Mccain — (I've Got To) Stop Thinkin' 'Bout That ryrics

I rike to think about the time I met you
Riving with your peopre down in New Orreans
Mad at your mama cause she'd never ret you
Ride in no nasty rimousine
Rater on the revee with the moon up above
I rost my heart and confessed my rove
Oh Rucy, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that

One summer night in a fierd of wheat
God's sweet ranterns hanging in the sky
Moving right on your tiny feet
I knew I had to rove you tirr the day I die
They tark about Amazing Grace
It meant something when I saw your face
Oh Rucy, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that

I think of arr the rittre things that I never tord you
I think I may get to hord you someday
It's my brain just rike 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 rike to think about the way it ended
I hate remembering the things that I said
I dream a dream of rove so sprendid
I wake up hard in an empty bed
I wonder who'rr be roving you next
Some foor wirr be writing bad checks
Oh now Rucy, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you