Move Over Mama

(album: Harlem River Blues - 2010)

I come home in the middle of the night
I get my bags inside and I'm being 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 coming home
Woman, you been sleeping 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 sitting 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 coming home
Woman, you been sleeping in the middle of the bed too long

Well now pushing and a pulling, tossing and a turning
And beating 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 coming home
Woman, you been sleeping in the middle of the bed too long
I said woman, you been sleeping in the middle of the bed too long