Ive got a woman, I love her, lordy lord
She cooks my breakfast on sunday, just like my ma
I hang my hat in her house, she dont charge a dime
Love me, trust me, never cuss me, you know shes mine
Im talking bout, Im talking bout, Im talking in rhyme
Im talking bout that everlovin woman of mine
Oh, when Im gone you know she dont hang around
And when Im gone you know she dont follow me down
She keeps the night-light burning, lord, she waits for me
Taking care of business, lord, shes taking care of me
Im talking bout, Im talking bout, Im talking in rhyme
Im talking bout that everlovin woman of mine
Shed have me do it if Id do it at all
You know I love her, do I love her, lordy-lord
I hang my hat in her house, honey, she dont charge a dime
Taking care of business, shes taking care of business of mine
Im talking bout, Im talking in rhyme
Im talking bout that everlovin woman of mine