My Man

Sometimes I say, if I just could get away with my man

He'd go straight sure as fate for it never is too late for a man

I just like to dream of a cottage by a stream with my man

Where a few flowers grew, and perhaps a kid or two like my man

And then my eyes get wet, I almost forget

'Til he gets hot, and tells me not to talk such rot

Oh my man I love him so, he'll never know

All my life is just despair, but I don't care

When he takes me in his arms, the world is bright

All right

What's the difference if I say I'll go away

When I know I'll come back on my knees someday

For whatever my man is, I'm his forevermore