Jim Britton

Jim Britton

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If You Cook Like You Walk

Written By: Jim Britton

IF YOU COOK LIKE YOU WALK

I like some sauce on my fried chicken.
I take chili on my scrambled eggs.
A country steak with some red-eye gravy,
a lotta crawfish in my etouffe.
I like a cook with a fine figure, so I smiled when you walked my way.
'Cause if you cook like you walk, I'll eat everything on your plate.

I like rice with my seafood gumbo.
Red pepper in my neck-bone soup.
I like that pork chop jambalya
some butter beans in my three-bean stew.
I like a cook with a fine figure, when she walks I can't look away.
'Cause if you cook like you walk, I'll eat everything on your plate.

If you cook like you walk we won't need a dishwashin' machine.
If you cook like you walk I'm gonna lick my platter clean.

If you cook like you walk we won't need to wash my plate
If you cook like you walk I'll be munchin' on that muffin 'til half past eight.

Corn bread with my red beans and rice
and a slice of that buttermilk pie.
Fried catfish in some jezebel sauce
that's enough to make a grown man cry.
I like a cook with a little meat on the bone, and a walk with a down home sway.
So if she cooks like she walks, I'll eat everything on her plate.
I'll be sniffin' in the kitchen.
So if she cooks like she walks, I'll eat everything on her plate.
So if she cooks like she walks, I'll eat everything on her plate.
Pass the peas.

Sycamore Tree

Written By: Jim Britton

SYCAMORE TREE

When I was a young boy full of self-doubt, the world was such a mystery to me.
I'd go off by myself and climb up to the top of our big old sycamore tree,
where I could clear my head and know that my troubles down below
could never find me could never reach to the top of my tree.
Now that I'm grown and I still need to get away, that sycamore still lives inside of me.

I'm want to climb up in my sycamore tree, let the sky wrap it's arms around me.
Ain't no place I'd rather be.
i want to climb up where my soul can be free.
Where I can see the world more clearly, leave the clutter on down below.
Give my heart sanctuary. I got to purify my soul.

Some folks got one foot in the sacred and the other in the profane.
It's a mystery to me how they justify playing that game.
'Cause we all got a Maker who we'll answer to someday.
We all need a special place to pray.

I want to climb up in my sycamore tree, let the moon and the stars surround me.
Ain't no place I'd rather be.
I want to climb up in my sycamore tree.
Where I can see the world more clearly, leave the clutter on down below.
Give my heart sanctuary, I got to purify my soul.

Why Don't You Love Me Like You Used To

Written By: Jim Britton

WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME LIKE YOU USED TO?

Why don't you love me like you used to?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why don't you need me like you did before?
Why don't you want me like you used to want me?
You've changed.

At the end of the hallway there's a picture in an antique frame.
Two people so much in love, baby how the times have changed.
You know it breaks my heart every time I see
the love, the trust, the happiness and how we used to be.

Don't ask me how please don't ask me why
the feeling got away from us. I never dreamed my soul could cry.
I can't figure out what happened. Maybe I'm the one to blame.
What happened to the love I see in the faces in the antique frame?

Why don't you love me like you used to?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why don't you need me like you did before?
Why don't you want me like you used to want me?
You've changed.

I remember the moment the picture froze our love in time.
A perfect night in Rio, when every line just seemed to rhyme.
But time has a way of passing on by, oh it's such a shame.
Two kids in love so long ago held together by an antique frame.

In the middle of the night when you're fast asleep baby,
I sneak down into the hallway and think of how we used to be.
I know it's crazy but sometimes I talk to the picture in the antique frame.
They say you can never go back again, but it makes me feel good again.

Why don't you love me like you used to?
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Why don't you need me like you did before?
Why don't you want me like you used to want me?
You've changed.

I Never Knew That You were Lonely

Written By: Jim Britton

I NEVER KNEW THAT YOU WERE LONELY

I never knew that you were lonely.
I never knew that you were blue.
The summer days we spent in Cabo,
blur in a haze of deep azule.