Key: A
Introduction:
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Layin round home, with the ballgame on
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feeling fairly fine
Blackberry Jam is cookin in the pan
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and the jam and the cook are mine
I like my honey from the hives of home
D
and berrys from my own vine
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I like to get my lovin', while i got it on my mind
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My dog is a sleep at my bare feet
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it's a good day for layin around
Just her and me on a saturdee
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Everybodys gone to town
We've been workin hard and she gets tired
D
That puts me in a bind
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Cause' I like to get my lovin', while i got it on my mind
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Then she looks at me and I can see
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That old familar look
And the jam is sweet as she lowers the heat
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To give it time to cook
Then I lock the door and across the floor
D
To my queen of womankind
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yeah I like to get my lovin', while i got it on my mind
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Now boys dont you be ramblin' free
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And leavin your girls to cry
Cause the nights are cold and there aint no gold
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That'll ever satisfy
And there aint no joy that'll come to you boys
D
Like the kind I know that's mine
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Then I go right on in there and love her
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while i got it on my mind
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I like to get my lovin', while i got it on my mind