Ive Got To Stop Thinkin Bout That

B         F#              B      
 I like to think about the time I 
 F#
met you,
B                F#             
Living with your people down in 
B        F#
New Orleans.
B            F#               B 
 Mad at your mama cause she'd 
     F#
never let you,
B          F#    B
Ride in no nasty limousine.

[Pre-Chorus]:
E                           G#m
Later on the levee with the moon up 
above,
E                     F#
  I lost my heart and confessed my 
love,

[Chorus]:
E                  B             
Oh now Lucy, said, God have 
       F#                       
mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 
  B
'bout that, somehow.

[Break]:
E, A, B                 E     A   B
        Does me no damn good.
E, A, B
E, A, B

[Verse 2]:
B           F#         B        
 One Summer night in a field of 
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wheat,
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B            F#               B 
 God's sweet lanterns hanging in
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 the sky.
B       F#            B      F#
 Moving light on your tiny feet,
  B             F#                
I knew I had to love you till the 
B
day I die.

[Pre-Chorus]:
E                 G#m
They talk about Amazing Grace,
E                           F#
  it meant something when I saw your
 face.

[Chorus]:
E                  B             
Oh now Lucy, said, God have 
       F#                       
mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 
  B
'bout that
E   B            F#             
Oh, Lucy said, I can't stop 
          B
thinkin' bout you.

[Bridge]:
           Eb
I think of all the little things 
that I never told you,
B
  I think I may get to hold you 
someday.
Eb
 It's my brain just like a man 
possessed,
        E                      F#
I can't do me no work, I can't get 
me no rest,

[Break]:
        E             A     B
I can't understand it baby.
E, A, B x3

[Verse 3]:
B              F#              B
 Don't like to think about the 
       F#
way it ended,
B         F#            B       
 I hate remembering the things 
      F#
that I said.
B          F#       B   
 I dream a dream of love so 
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splendid,
B          F#         B
 I wake up hard in an empty bed.

[Pre-Chorus]:
E                  G#m
I wonder who'll be loving you next,
E                  F#
 Some fool will be writing bad 
checks.

[Chorus]:
E                  B             
Oh now Lucy, said, God have 
       F#                       
mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 
  B
'bout you
E             B                  
Somehow baby, Lord have mercy, 
   F#                         B
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that