I come home in the middle of the night
[G]I get my bags inside, I'm bein' real quiet, mama
[G]Walk in the door and turn on the light
[G]I found you flat on your back with your legs open wide
CHORUS:
[C]Move on over, mama I'm comin' [G]home
[D]Woman you been sleepin' in the [C]middle of the bed too [G]long
Got the dishes on the counter, got pillows on the floor
Mama, weeks' worth of trash sittin' there by the door
You say your feet are tired and you can't get to the store
But mama I don't care about no household chores
CHORUS:
Make it clean mama, Lord I'm comin' home
Woman you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed too long
SOLO (verse and chorus chords)
BRIDGE:
Well now [C]pushin' and pullin' tossin' and turnin'
[G]Keepin' me up
[C]Shove on over baby, don't you make me wait
Because your [D]daddy's tired and he's softenin' up
I say ain't got room mama ain't gotta cook
You ain't gotta tell me things you read in your books
When I come home late you ain't gotta wait up
But when I pull up them covers don't you give me that look
CHORUS:
Baby, mama, Lord I'm comin' home
Woman you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed too long
I said wo[D]man you been [C]sleepin' in the middle of the bed too [G]long
[G]I get my bags inside, I'm bein' real quiet, mama
[G]Walk in the door and turn on the light
[G]I found you flat on your back with your legs open wide
CHORUS:
[C]Move on over, mama I'm comin' [G]home
[D]Woman you been sleepin' in the [C]middle of the bed too [G]long
Got the dishes on the counter, got pillows on the floor
Mama, weeks' worth of trash sittin' there by the door
You say your feet are tired and you can't get to the store
But mama I don't care about no household chores
CHORUS:
Make it clean mama, Lord I'm comin' home
Woman you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed too long
SOLO (verse and chorus chords)
BRIDGE:
Well now [C]pushin' and pullin' tossin' and turnin'
[G]Keepin' me up
[C]Shove on over baby, don't you make me wait
Because your [D]daddy's tired and he's softenin' up
I say ain't got room mama ain't gotta cook
You ain't gotta tell me things you read in your books
When I come home late you ain't gotta wait up
But when I pull up them covers don't you give me that look
CHORUS:
Baby, mama, Lord I'm comin' home
Woman you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed too long
I said wo[D]man you been [C]sleepin' in the middle of the bed too [G]long