Talking To My Childrens Mama by Ronnie Dove Lyrics

It's early in the morning, I can hear the mill whistle blowing
I know it's time for me to get up and go
But laying here beside you feels oh so good
And I would declare a holiday if I could

The kids are all gone and everything's so still
The only thing I hear is the squeaking of that old wind mill
I've got one more day of sick leave and I'm gonna take it
And if they call to check on me boy, I'm gonna fake it

I'm gonna lay right here and talk to my children's mama
Talk about the things we've done, and things we're gonna do
I'm gonna lay right hеre and talk to my children's mama
Not a thing on my mind excеpt one or two

The weatherman said it's gonna get colder
So honey would you pull the covers over my shoulders
And would you please softly rub my back
Cause it sure beats working in the mill loading heavy sacks

I'm gonna lay right here and talk to my children's mama
Talk about the things we've done, and things we're gonna do
I'm gonna lay right here and talk to my children's mama
Not a thing on my mind except one or two
I'm gonna lay right here and talk to my children's mama