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