My Baby Makes Me Gravy
Well, I know my day's gon' get better
When I smell that bacon frying in that pan
A fresh brewed cup of coffee, two eggs over easy
She knows how to make a happy man Lord, Lord
My baby makes me gravy
A little grease and little flour
Gives the warmer a lot of power
She always seems to know just what I'm craving
And she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love
My baby makes me gravy
Alright
Now the whistle goes and lunch I get home in a rush
I can smell them biscuit baking miles away
Mmm, she greets me with a smile
And those biscuits in a pile
A little kiss and there's nothing left to see
No, no
My baby makes me gravy
A little grease and a little flour
Gives that warmer a lot of power
She always seems to know just what I'm craving
And she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love
My baby makes me gravy
I come home from work in a hard, hard day
She's standing there in nothing but an apron
No fill peas and rice and some chicken, chicken fries
Boogered smile, tells me what's for later
Oh yeah
My baby makes me gravy
A little grease, a little flour
Gives that warmer a lot of power
She always seems to know just what I'm craving
And she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love
My baby makes me gravy
Mm, she keeps this battered up with a whole lot of love
My baby makes me gravy
Yeah, my baby makes me gravy
When I smell that bacon frying in that pan
A fresh brewed cup of coffee, two eggs over easy
She knows how to make a happy man Lord, Lord
My baby makes me gravy
A little grease and little flour
Gives the warmer a lot of power
She always seems to know just what I'm craving
And she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love
My baby makes me gravy
Alright
Now the whistle goes and lunch I get home in a rush
I can smell them biscuit baking miles away
Mmm, she greets me with a smile
And those biscuits in a pile
A little kiss and there's nothing left to see
No, no
My baby makes me gravy
A little grease and a little flour
Gives that warmer a lot of power
She always seems to know just what I'm craving
And she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love
My baby makes me gravy
I come home from work in a hard, hard day
She's standing there in nothing but an apron
No fill peas and rice and some chicken, chicken fries
Boogered smile, tells me what's for later
Oh yeah
My baby makes me gravy
A little grease, a little flour
Gives that warmer a lot of power
She always seems to know just what I'm craving
And she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love
My baby makes me gravy
Mm, she keeps this battered up with a whole lot of love
My baby makes me gravy
Yeah, my baby makes me gravy
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Writer(s): Dale Watson
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