"Move Over Mama" lyrics
"Move Over Mama"
I come home in the middle of the night
I get my bags inside and I'm bein' real quiet, Mama
Walk in the door and I turn on the lights, I find you
Flat on your back with your legs open wide
Move on over, Mama I'm comin' home
Woman, you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed too long
Got the dishes on the counter, got the clothes on the floor
Mama, week's worth of trash sittin' there by the door
You say your, your feet are tired and your fingers are sore
But Mama, I don't care about no household chores
Baby, mama, Lord I'm a comin' home
Woman, you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed too long
Well now pushin' and a pullin', tossin' and a turnin'
And beatin' me up
Shove on over baby, don't you make me wait
Because your daddy's tired, he's all fed up
I say you ain't gotta clean, mama, you ain't gotta cook
You ain't gotta tell me things that you read in your books
When I come home late, you ain't gotta wait up
But when I pull over them covers, don't you give me that look!
Baby, Mama, lord, I'm comin' home
Woman, you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed too long
I said woman, you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed too long
Writer(s): Justin Townes Earle
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- Justin Townes Earle Lyrics
album:
"Harlem River Blues" (2010)
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