Cifras
Ive Got To Stop Thinkin Bout That

Tom: E

Introdução:  E   A   B  

dificuldade
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 B                 F#                           B             F# 
  I like to think about the time I met you,
 B                               F#                         B               F# 
Living with your people down in New Orleans.
 B                       F#                             B           F# 
  Mad at your mama cause she'd 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,
 E                                   B                                       F#                                                 B 
Oh now Lucy, said, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that, somehow.
     B                                 E         A     B 
                Does me no damn good.

 B                     F#                 B               F# 
  One Summer night in a field of wheat,
 B                       F#                             B             F# 
  God's sweet lanterns hanging in the sky.
 B             F#                       B           F# 
  Moving light on your tiny feet,
     B                         F#                               B 
I knew I had to love you till the day I die.
Pre-Chorus
 E                                 G#m 
They talk about Amazing Grace,
 E                                                     F# 
    it meant something when I saw your face.
 E                                   B                                       F#                                                 B 
Oh now Lucy, said, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
 E     B                       F#                                             B 
Oh, Lucy said, I can't stop thinkin' bout you.
                       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,
                 E                         A         B 
I can't understand it baby.
 B                           F#                           B             F# 
  Don't like to think about the way it ended,
 B                 F#                       B                         F# 
  I hate remembering the things that I said.
 B                   F#             B                 F# 
  I dream a dream of love so 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.
 E                                   B                                       F#                                                 B 
Oh now Lucy, said, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you
 E                         B                                         F#                                                 B 
Somehow baby, Lord have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that