My Baby Makes Me Gravy

E E E E E E E E E Well, I know my day's gon' get better B7 When I smell that bacon frying in that pan E A fresh brewed cup of coffee, two eggs over easy E She knows how to make a happy man Lord, Lord E B7 E My baby makes me gravy A A little grease and little flour E Gives that woman a lot of power F# B7 She always seems to know just what I'm craving E And she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love E B7 E My baby makes me gravy E Alright E Now the whistle blows at lunch I get home in a rush E B7 I can smell them biscuits baking miles away E Mmm, she greets me with a smile E And those biscuits in a pile E A little kiss and there's nothing left to say E No, no E B7 E My baby makes me gravy A A little grease and little flour E Gives that woman a lot of power F# B7 She always seems to know just what I'm craving E And she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love E B7 E My baby makes me gravy E I come home from working a hard, hard day E B7 She's standing there in nothing but an apron E With field peas and rice and some chicken, chicken fried E A crooked smile, tells me what's for later E Oh yeah E B7 E My baby makes me gravy A A little grease and little flour E Gives that woman a lot of power F# B7 She always seems to know just what I'm craving E And she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love E B7 E My baby makes me gravy E Mm, she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love E B7 E My baby makes me gravy E B7 E Yeah, my baby makes me gravy