My Handy Man - Ethel Waters, James P. Johnson

Whoever said a good man was hard to find

Positively, 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