Chords for Dale Watson "My Baby Makes Me Gravy" Live at KDHX 1/23/2011 (HD)
Tempo:
116.05 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[E]
Hey, I know my day's gonna get better when I smell that bacon frying in [B] that pan.
[E] A fresh brewed cup of coffee, two eggs over easy.
She knows how to make a happy man, oh yeah.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
[A] Hey, a little grease, a [E] little flour gives that woman a lot of [F#m] power.
She always seems to know just [B] what I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy, all right.
[B]
[E]
[B] [E]
Now that whistle blows at lunch, I get home in a rush.
I smell them biscuits baking miles [B] away.
[E] She greets me with a smile and them biscuits in a pile.
A little kiss and there's nothing left to say, oh no.
My [B] baby makes me [E]
crazy.
[A] Hey, a little grease, a little [E] flour gives that woman a lot of power.
[F#] She always seems to know just what [B] I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy, all fiddle.
[B]
[E]
[Bm] [E]
Now I come home from work in a hard, hard day.
She's standing there in [B] nothing but an apron.
[E] Still peas in her eyes and some chicken, chicken fry.
A crooked smile, I don't know what's more later.
Oh [Bm] yeah, my [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
[A] Hey, a little grease, a little [E] flour gives that woman a lot of [F#m] power.
She always seems to know just [B] what I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of [E] love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
Yeah, she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
Yeah, my baby makes me crazy.
Hey, I know my day's gonna get better when I smell that bacon frying in [B] that pan.
[E] A fresh brewed cup of coffee, two eggs over easy.
She knows how to make a happy man, oh yeah.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
[A] Hey, a little grease, a [E] little flour gives that woman a lot of [F#m] power.
She always seems to know just [B] what I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy, all right.
[B]
[E]
[B] [E]
Now that whistle blows at lunch, I get home in a rush.
I smell them biscuits baking miles [B] away.
[E] She greets me with a smile and them biscuits in a pile.
A little kiss and there's nothing left to say, oh no.
My [B] baby makes me [E]
crazy.
[A] Hey, a little grease, a little [E] flour gives that woman a lot of power.
[F#] She always seems to know just what [B] I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy, all fiddle.
[B]
[E]
[Bm] [E]
Now I come home from work in a hard, hard day.
She's standing there in [B] nothing but an apron.
[E] Still peas in her eyes and some chicken, chicken fry.
A crooked smile, I don't know what's more later.
Oh [Bm] yeah, my [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
[A] Hey, a little grease, a little [E] flour gives that woman a lot of [F#m] power.
She always seems to know just [B] what I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of [E] love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
Yeah, she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
Yeah, my baby makes me crazy.
Key:
E
B
A
F#m
Bm
E
B
A
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hey, I know my day's gonna get better _ when I smell that bacon frying in [B] that pan.
_ [E] A fresh brewed cup of coffee, two eggs over easy.
She knows how to make a happy man, oh yeah.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
_ [A] Hey, a little grease, a [E] little flour gives that woman a lot of [F#m] power.
She always seems to know just [B] what I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy, all right. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ Now that whistle blows at lunch, I get home in a rush.
I smell them biscuits baking miles [B] away.
_ _ [E] She greets me with a smile and them biscuits in a pile.
A little kiss and there's nothing left to say, oh no.
My [B] baby makes me [E]
crazy.
_ [A] Hey, a little grease, a little [E] flour gives that woman a lot of power.
[F#] She always seems to know just what [B] I'm craving.
_ Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy, all fiddle. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ Now I come home from work in a hard, hard day.
She's standing there in [B] nothing but an apron.
_ _ [E] Still peas in her eyes and some chicken, chicken fry.
A crooked smile, I don't know what's more later.
Oh [Bm] yeah, my [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
_ [A] Hey, a little grease, a little [E] flour gives that woman a lot of [F#m] power.
She always seems to know just [B] what I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of [E] love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
_ Yeah, she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
_ Yeah, my baby makes me crazy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hey, I know my day's gonna get better _ when I smell that bacon frying in [B] that pan.
_ [E] A fresh brewed cup of coffee, two eggs over easy.
She knows how to make a happy man, oh yeah.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
_ [A] Hey, a little grease, a [E] little flour gives that woman a lot of [F#m] power.
She always seems to know just [B] what I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy, all right. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ Now that whistle blows at lunch, I get home in a rush.
I smell them biscuits baking miles [B] away.
_ _ [E] She greets me with a smile and them biscuits in a pile.
A little kiss and there's nothing left to say, oh no.
My [B] baby makes me [E]
crazy.
_ [A] Hey, a little grease, a little [E] flour gives that woman a lot of power.
[F#] She always seems to know just what [B] I'm craving.
_ Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy, all fiddle. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ Now I come home from work in a hard, hard day.
She's standing there in [B] nothing but an apron.
_ _ [E] Still peas in her eyes and some chicken, chicken fry.
A crooked smile, I don't know what's more later.
Oh [Bm] yeah, my [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
_ [A] Hey, a little grease, a little [E] flour gives that woman a lot of [F#m] power.
She always seems to know just [B] what I'm craving.
Mmm, [E] she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of [E] love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
_ Yeah, she keeps it buttered up with a whole lot of love.
My [B] baby makes [E] me crazy.
_ Yeah, my baby makes me crazy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _