Home Cookin'

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

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'