Alberta Hunter - My Handy Man Ain't Handy No More

Now whoever said a good man was 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, ow

He shakes my ashes,
Greases my griddle,
Churns my butter,
And he strokes my fiddle, aw
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, mm
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 ow)

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, aw

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

Written by:
EUBIE BLAKE, ANDY RAZAF

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