Transcribed from vocals by Ethel Waters, acc.
by James P. Johnson, recorded 1929;
From Them Dirty Blues, Mojo 303.
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!
Published 2/1/01.
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