Goodbye to Love
He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends, the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
And these crimes between us grow deeper
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well, his concerns
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming...
Take these chances
Good Brown Gravy
I can't get rich
I can't make a living
But I sure do something for the neighborhood women
I wake up every morning with a knocking at my door
You can't keep 'em waiting when they're yelling for moreÂÂ
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"Back! Back!" I hollered to my hound,ÂÂ
"You're supposed to keep 'em from coming around"ÂÂ
I used to think they was after meÂÂ
Oh, but they're just after my recipe, for that Good Brown Gravy
Good Brown Gravy
yeah that Good Brown Gravy
Mmm, Good Brown GravyÂÂ
Well, you can eat it from a biscuit
you can sop it from a pan
You can lick it off your fingers when it's running down your hand
I could get a notion I'd start a big promotionÂÂ
I'd put it in a bottle
call it "Biscuit Lotion"ÂÂ
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Well, my gramma told my momma 'bout the power that it had
Good Brown Gravy is the way she got my dad
They tried to get me in the Army
get me in the Navy
Just to get the secret of my Good Brown GravyÂÂ