Written by Johnny Cash
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 A E A 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 A E A 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