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Good Brown Gravy

I can't get rich; I can't make a living,
But I sure do something for the neighborhood women.
"Back! Back!" I hollered to my hound,
"You're supposed to keep 'em from coming around."
I used to think they was after me
Oh, but they're just after my recipe, for that
Good Brown Gravy, Good Brown Gravy, yeah that