| Song | Thinking of You |
| Artist | Lobo |
| Album | A Cowboy Afraid Of Horses |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Lobo Music:Lobo | |
| When I got back to Atlanta | |
| A whole lot worse for the wear | |
| I may have lost the world I love | |
| But at least I had been there | |
| Lonesome, hurt and worried | |
| With not a lot to do | |
| Driving down Stone Mountain Road | |
| Trying not to think of you | |
| The southern woods are warm | |
| And still | |
| They lay good on my mind | |
| And surely but so slowly | |
| I'm starting to unwind | |
| Trying not to think of things | |
| That you did or didn't do | |
| Here I am once again | |
| Trying not to think of you | |
| But I all do is think of you | |
| And where you might be now | |
| What's new with you? | |
| Do you still have Boo? | |
| I gotta find a way some how | |
| To stop thinking of you | |
| I wonder who I'll find this time | |
| To turn my head for awhile | |
| Maybe I'll pick a Georgia peach | |
| Or maybe walk a mile | |
| Whichever way it | |
| Don't much make a damn what I do | |
| 'Cause either way I'll spend my time | |
| Trying not to think of you |
| Lyrics: Lobo Music: Lobo | |
| When I got back to Atlanta | |
| A whole lot worse for the wear | |
| I may have lost the world I love | |
| But at least I had been there | |
| Lonesome, hurt and worried | |
| With not a lot to do | |
| Driving down Stone Mountain Road | |
| Trying not to think of you | |
| The southern woods are warm | |
| And still | |
| They lay good on my mind | |
| And surely but so slowly | |
| I' m starting to unwind | |
| Trying not to think of things | |
| That you did or didn' t do | |
| Here I am once again | |
| Trying not to think of you | |
| But I all do is think of you | |
| And where you might be now | |
| What' s new with you? | |
| Do you still have Boo? | |
| I gotta find a way some how | |
| To stop thinking of you | |
| I wonder who I' ll find this time | |
| To turn my head for awhile | |
| Maybe I' ll pick a Georgia peach | |
| Or maybe walk a mile | |
| Whichever way it | |
| Don' t much make a damn what I do | |
| ' Cause either way I' ll spend my time | |
| Trying not to think of you |
| Lyrics: Lobo Music: Lobo | |
| When I got back to Atlanta | |
| A whole lot worse for the wear | |
| I may have lost the world I love | |
| But at least I had been there | |
| Lonesome, hurt and worried | |
| With not a lot to do | |
| Driving down Stone Mountain Road | |
| Trying not to think of you | |
| The southern woods are warm | |
| And still | |
| They lay good on my mind | |
| And surely but so slowly | |
| I' m starting to unwind | |
| Trying not to think of things | |
| That you did or didn' t do | |
| Here I am once again | |
| Trying not to think of you | |
| But I all do is think of you | |
| And where you might be now | |
| What' s new with you? | |
| Do you still have Boo? | |
| I gotta find a way some how | |
| To stop thinking of you | |
| I wonder who I' ll find this time | |
| To turn my head for awhile | |
| Maybe I' ll pick a Georgia peach | |
| Or maybe walk a mile | |
| Whichever way it | |
| Don' t much make a damn what I do | |
| ' Cause either way I' ll spend my time | |
| Trying not to think of you |