James Taylor – Ive Got To Stop Thinkin Bout That (Guitar)

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 I like to think about the time I met you,

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Living with your people down in New Orleans.

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 Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you,

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Ride in no nasty limousine.

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Later on the levee with the moon up above, 

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  I lost my heart and confessed my love,

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Oh now Lucy, said, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that, somehow.

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        Does me no damn good.

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 One Summer night in a field of wheat, 

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 God's sweet lanterns hanging in the sky.

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 Moving light on your tiny feet,

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I knew I had to love you till the day I die.

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They talk about Amazing Grace,

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  it meant something when I saw your face.

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Oh now Lucy, said, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that

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Oh, Lucy said, I can't stop thinkin' bout you.

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I think of all the little things that I never told you, 

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  I think I may get to hold you someday.

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 It's my brain just like a man possessed, 

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I can't do me no work, I can't get me no rest,

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I can't understand it baby.

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 Don't like to think about the way it ended,

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 I hate remembering the things that I said.

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 I dream a dream of love so splendid,

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 I wake up hard in an empty bed.

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I wonder who'll be loving you next, 

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 Some fool will be writing bad checks.

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Oh now Lucy, said, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you

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Somehow baby, Lord have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that