I can't get rich I can't make a living But I sure do something for the neighborhood women I wake up every morning with a knocking at my door You can't keep 'em waiting when they're yelling for more
Chorus: 'Back! Back!' I hollered to my hound, 'You're supposed to keep 'em from coming around' I used to think they was after me Oh, but they're just after my recipe, for that Good Brown Gravy Good Brown Gravy yeah that Good Brown Gravy Mmm, Good Brown Gravy
Well, you can eat it from a biscuit you can sop it from a pan You can lick it off your fingers when it's running down your hand I could get a notion I'd start a big promotion I'd put it in a bottle call it 'Biscuit Lotion'
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Well, my gramma told my momma 'bout the power that it had Good Brown Gravy is the way she got my dad They tried to get me in the Army get me in the Navy Just to get the secret of my Good Brown Gravy
