Laying round home with a ballgame on feeling fairly fine Blackberry jam is cookin' in the pan and the jam and the cook are mine I like my honey from the hives of home and berries from my ole vine And I like to get my lovin' while I've got it on my mind
My dog is asleep at my barefeet it's the good day for laying around Just her and me and it's Saturday everybody's gone to town We've been working hard and she gets tired that puts me in a bine Cause I like to get my lovin' while I've got it on my mind
Then she looks at me and I can see that old familiar look And the jam is sweet as she lowers a heat to give it time to cook Then I lock the door and I cross the floor to my queen of womankind Yeah I like to get my lovin' while I've got it on my mind
Now boys don't you be your ramblin' free and leavin' the girls to cry Cause the nights get cold and there ain't no goal that'll ever satisfy And there ain't no joy that'll come to you boys like the kind I've known at times While I go right on in there and love her while I've got it on my mind Yeah I like to get my lovin' while I've got it on my mind
