Then she looks at me and I can see
D7
That old familiar look
And the jam is sweet as she lowers the heat
G
To give it time to cook
Then I lock the door and across the floor
C
To my queen of womankind
G
Yeah I like to get my loving
D7 G
While I got it on my mind
Now boys don’t you be rambling free
D7
And leaving your girls to cry
Cause the nights are cold and there ain’t no gold
G
That'll ever satisfy
And there ain’t no joy that'll come to you boys
C
Like the kind I know that's mine
G
Then I go right on in there and love her
D7 G
while I got it on my mind
C G
I like to get my loving
D7 G
While I got it on my mind