Homecookin’ Songtext
von Junior Walker

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′.


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