Dale Watson - My baby makes me gravy

^EWell, I know my day's gon' get better When I smell that bacon frying in that ^B7pan ^EA fresh brewed cup of coffee, two eggs over easy ^EShe knows how to make a happy man Lord, Lord ^EMy baby ^B7makes me g^Eravy

^AA little grease and little flour ^EGives that woman a lot of power ^F#She always seems to know just what I'm ^B7craving ^EAnd she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love ^EMy baby ^B7makes me ^Egravy ^EAlright

^ENow the whistle blows at lunch I get home in a rush ^EI can smell them biscuits baking miles ^B7away ^EMmm, she greets me with a smile ^EAnd those biscuits in a pile ^EA little kiss and there's nothing left to say ^ENo, no ^EMy baby ^B7makes me g^Eravy

^AA little grease and little flour ^EGives that woman a lot of power ^F#She always seems to know just what I'm ^B7craving ^EAnd she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love ^EMy baby ^B7makes me ^Egravy

^EI come home from working a hard, hard day ^EShe's standing there in nothing but an ^B7apron ^EWith field peas and rice and some chicken, chicken fried ^EA crooked smile, tells me what's for later ^EOh yeah ^EMy baby ^B7makes me g^Eravy

^AA little grease and little flour ^EGives that woman a lot of power ^F#She always seems to know just what I'm ^B7craving ^EAnd she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love

^EMy baby ^B7makes me g^Eravy ^EMm, she keeps this buttered up with a whole lot of love ^EMy baby ^B7makes me ^Egravy

^EYeah, my baby ^B7makes me ^Egravy