My Handy Man

My Handy Man - Ethel Waters/Frankie Giggs

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