Home Cookin' Songtext
von Junior Walker
Home Cookin' Songtext
Home Cookin′ 2: 58 Trk 16
(Henry Cosby, Melvin Moy, Eddie Willis)
Jr. Walker & The All Stars
and Hitsville Funk Brothers (band)
(James Jamerson - bass)
Pop Chart # 42 Jan. 19, 1968
I need home, home cookin', yeah!
I need home, home cookin′, yeah!
It's said, a woman's place
Is in the kitchen
But in the kitchen, you are a flop
Them meals that you been fixin′
They ain′t nothin' but yesterday′s slop
An I like, yo' wiggly walk
I like yo′ baby talk, yeah!
You're neat, the way you look
But you ain′t nothin'
If you can't cook
I need home, home cookin′, yeah!
I need home, home cookin′, yeah!
Hot! I sweat all day
I rush back home, to see what you cookin'
Your beans are burned
You′ve ruined my place
And in the mirror, I find you lookin'
Now, I like sweet candied yams
And I like homemade ham-hocks
Instead of study, how you look
You oughta study
Yo′ mama's cookbook
(sax & instrumental)
If you want a soul man
Get to rattlin′, them pots and pans
I need home, home cookin'
I need home, home cookin'
Yeah!
Hot gravy
That pot roast
That pickled beets
And sugared toast
I like yo′ wiggly walk, yeah!
An I like yo′ way a-talkin'
And you look neat, the way you look
But you ain′t nothin'
If you can′t cook
I need home, home cookin'
I′m in the mood
For soul food
I said, home, home cookin'.
~
(Henry Cosby, Melvin Moy, Eddie Willis)
Jr. Walker & The All Stars
and Hitsville Funk Brothers (band)
(James Jamerson - bass)
Pop Chart # 42 Jan. 19, 1968
I need home, home cookin', yeah!
I need home, home cookin′, yeah!
It's said, a woman's place
Is in the kitchen
But in the kitchen, you are a flop
Them meals that you been fixin′
They ain′t nothin' but yesterday′s slop
An I like, yo' wiggly walk
I like yo′ baby talk, yeah!
You're neat, the way you look
But you ain′t nothin'
If you can't cook
I need home, home cookin′, yeah!
I need home, home cookin′, yeah!
Hot! I sweat all day
I rush back home, to see what you cookin'
Your beans are burned
You′ve ruined my place
And in the mirror, I find you lookin'
Now, I like sweet candied yams
And I like homemade ham-hocks
Instead of study, how you look
You oughta study
Yo′ mama's cookbook
(sax & instrumental)
If you want a soul man
Get to rattlin′, them pots and pans
I need home, home cookin'
I need home, home cookin'
Yeah!
Hot gravy
That pot roast
That pickled beets
And sugared toast
I like yo′ wiggly walk, yeah!
An I like yo′ way a-talkin'
And you look neat, the way you look
But you ain′t nothin'
If you can′t cook
I need home, home cookin'
I′m in the mood
For soul food
I said, home, home cookin'.
~
Writer(s): Henry Cosby, Eddie Willis, Melvin Moy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com