A 
Layin round home, with the ballgame on 
               E 
feeling fairly fine 
 
Blackberry Jam is cookin in the pan 
                               A 
and the jam and the cook are mine 
                                     
I like my honey from the hives of home 
      D  
and berrys from my own vine 
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I like to get my lovin', while i got it on my mind 
A 
My dog is a sleep at my bare feet 
                              E 
it's a good day for layin around 
           
Just her and me on a saturdee 
                      A 
Everybodys gone to town 
       
We've been workin hard and she gets tired 
D 
That puts me in a bind 
     A                           E                     A   
Cause' I like to get my lovin', while i got it on my mind 
 
   
A 
Then she looks at me and I can see 
                  E 
That old familar look 
                       
And the jam is sweet as she lowers the heat 
                     A 
To give it time to cook 
    
Then I lock the door and across the floor 
   D 
To my queen of womankind 
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yeah I like to get my lovin', while i got it on my mind 
A 
Now boys dont you be ramblin' free 
                          E 
And leavin your girls to cry 
 
Cause the nights are cold and there aint no gold  
                   A 
That'll ever satisfy 
     
And there aint no joy that'll come to you boys 
  D 
Like the kind I know that's mine 
A                                          
Then I go right on in there and love her 
E                     A 
while i got it on my mind 
     A                   E                     A   
I like to get my lovin', while i got it on my mind