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My Handy Man -Original -Ethel Waters
Whoever said a good man was hard to find
Postively absolutely sure was blind;
I found the best that ever was
Here's just some of the things he does:
He shakes my ashes greases my griddle
Churns my butter strokes my fiddle;
My man is such a handy man
He threads my needle creams my wheat
Heats my heater chops my meat;
My man is such a handy man
Don't care if you believe or not
He sure is good to have around;
Why when my furnace gets too hot
He's right there to turn my damper down
For everything he's got a scheme;
You ought to see his new starter that he uses on my machine;
My man is such a handy man
He flaps my flapjacks cleans off the table
He feeds the horses in my stable;My man is such a handy man
He's God's gift
Sometimes he's up long before dawn
Busy trimming the rough edges off my lawn;
Oooh you can't get away from it He's such a handy man
Never has a single thing to say
While he's working hard;
I wish that you could see the way
He handles my front yard
My ice don't get a chance to melt away
He sees that I get that old fresh piece every day;
Lord that man sure is such a handy man
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