Helen Humes My Handy Man Lyrics

My Handy Man Lyrics

Whoever said a good man is hard to find

Positively absolutely sure was
blind

I've found the best man there ever was

Here's just some of
the things that my man does



Why he shakes my ashes, greases my
grittle

Chimes my butter and he strokes my fiddle

My man is such a
handy man (oh yes he is)



He threads my needle, creams my wheat

Heats my heater and he chops my meat

My man is such a handy man



Now I don't care if you believe it or not

He's so good to have
around

And when my furnace gets too hot

He's right there and turns
my damper down



Why for everything he's got a scheme

You
oughta see that new stuff he uses on my machine

That man is such a handy
man (he's God's gift girls)



Why he flaps my flapjacks, cleans off
my table

Feeds my horses out in my stable

That man is such a handy
man, mmm yeah



Sometimes he's up long before the dawn

Busy
trimmin' the rough edges off my front lawn

Yeah that man is such a handy
man



Why you know he never has a single word to say

No not
while he's working hard

And I wished that you could see the way

He
handles my front yard



Yeah you know my ice don't get a chance to
melt away

Cause he sees that I get that fresh piece every day

My
man, my man is such a handy man

And I ain't kiddin'!