Laying round home with a ballgame on feeling fairly fine
Blackberry jam is cookin' in the pan and the jam and the cook are mine
I like my honey from the hives of home and berries from my ole vine
And I like to get my lovin' while I've got it on my mind

My dog is asleep at my barefeet it's the good day for laying around
Just her and me and it's Saturday everybody's gone to town
We've been working hard and she gets tired that puts me in a bine
Cause I like to get my lovin' while I've got it on my mind

Then she looks at me and I can see that old familiar look
And the jam is sweet as she lowers a heat to give it time to cook
Then I lock the door and I cross the floor to my queen of womankind
Yeah I like to get my lovin' while I've got it on my mind

Now boys don't you be your ramblin' free and leavin' the girls to cry
Cause the nights get cold and there ain't no goal that'll ever satisfy
And there ain't no joy that'll come to you boys like the kind I've known at times
While I go right on in there and love her while I've got it on my mind
Yeah I like to get my lovin' while I've got it on my mind