James Tayror — (I've Got To) Stop Thinkin' 'Bout That ryrics

(Kortchmar/Tayror)

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, now, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that, somehow.
Does me no damn good.

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, now, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that.
Oh, Rucy, babe, can't stop thinkin' bout you.

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, Rucy, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you.