text: One, two, three, four
  Blind man waving by the side of the road
  In a flatbed Ford carrying a heavy load
  Sweet thing sipping on a blueberry wine
  On a flat black highway down in Carolina
  Black bird slipping in a sky of blue
  All Im thinking about is you, baby
  All Im thinking about is you, honey
  All Im thinking about is you, baby
  All Im thinking about is you
  There aint nothing in this world I can do about it
  All Im thinking about is you
  Little boy carrying a fishing pole
  Little girl picking berries from off of the vine
  Brown bag filled with a little green toad
  We hook him through the the lip and throw him off with a line
  Your sweet brown legs got me feeling so blue
  All Im thinking about is you, baby
  All Im thinking about is you, honey
  All Im thinking about is you, baby
  All Im thinking about is you
  There isnt nothing in this world I can do about it
  All Im thinking about is you
  Black car shiny on a Sunday morn
  Mama go to church now, Mama go to church now
  Friday night and Daddys shirt is torn
  Daddys going downtown, Daddys going downtown
  Aint no one understand the sweet thing you do
  All Im thinking about is you, baby
  All Im thinking about is you, honey
  All Im thinking about is you, baby
  All Im thinking about is you
  Aint nothing in this world I can do about it
  All Im thinking about is you
  Field turned up, the seed is sowed
  Rain coming in from over across the road
  Big black curtain coming across the field
  Blind will see, the lame will be healed
  Brown-eyed girl, turn my back on you, now its lonely
  All Im thinking about is you, baby
  And all Im thinking about is you
  All Im thinking about is you
  All Im thinking about is you
  There aint nothing in this world take away these blues
  All Im thinking about is you
  All Im thinking about is you
  All Im thinking about is you
  Honey, all Im thinking about is you
  Yeah, all Im thinking about is you
  Aint nothing in this world I can do about it
  All Im thinking about is you