My Handy Man

My Handy Man:

sung by Alberta Hunter, Memphis-born musician. She was active in the '40s and '50s before retiring from this career and entering the health care field. She was re-discovered in the 70s and began performing again.

lyrics:

Now whoever said a good man was hard to find,
Positively, absolutely sure was blind;
Coz I just found the best man that ever was,
And here's just a few of the things that he does:

He shakes my ashes, greases my griddle,
Churns my butter, and he strokes my fiddle;
Oh, my man is such a handy man!

Now he threads my needle, and he creams my wheat,
Heats my heater, and he chops my meat; He's a mess!
My man is such a handy man!

Now I don't care if you believe it or not,
He's a mighty nice man to have around;
Coz when my furnace gets too hot,
He's right there to turn my damper down!

For everything that man of mine's got a scheme;
And, honey, it's amazing the way he handles my machine;
My man is such a handy man! Oh, that man is a mess!

He flaps my flapjacks, cleans off the table,
Feeds the horses in my stable;
My man is such a handy man!

And do you know sometimes he's up way before dawn,
Busy cleaning the rough edges off my lawn;
My man is such a handy man!

Now he never has a single word to say,
While he's working hard; poor old soul.
And I'd give anything if you could see the way
He handles my front yard!

Now my ice never gets a chance to melt away,
Coz he sees that I get a nice, fresh piece every day;
My man is such a handy man!