文本歌词

My Handy Man - Victoria Spivey
Whoever said a good man was hard to find
Postively absolutely sure was blind
I found the best that ever was
Here's 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 is good to have around
When my furnace gets too hot
He's right there to turn my damper down
For everything he's got a scheme
I like the way he where's my dream
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
Sometimes he's up before long dawn
Busy working on my lawn
My man is such a handy man
Never has a single thing to say
While he's working hard
Wish that you could see the way
He handles my front yard
My ice don't need to melt away
I get that the fresh piece every day
My man is such a handy man