Alberta Hunter — My Handy Man Aint Handy No More

Now whoever said a good man is hard to find Positively absolutely sure was blind 'Cause 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 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 'Cause 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 handyman (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 handyman And do you know, sometimes he’s up way before dawn Busy cleaning the rough edges off my lawn My man, is such a handyman Now, he never has a single word to say While he’s working hard (poor 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 'Cause he sees that I get a nice fresh piece everyday My man, is such a handyman