My Handy Man

My Handy Man - Ethel Waters

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;

Oh 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