Who's Gonna Be Your Man - Harry Belafonte

Who’s gonna be your man?

Who’s gonna be your man?

Who’s gonna kiss your pretty red lips?

Who’s gonna be your man?

Who’s gonna shoe your pretty little foot?

Who’s gonna glove your hand?

Who’s gonna kiss your pretty red lips?

Who’s gonna be your man?

I look down the railroad track

Just as far as I could see

All I’ve seen was a little bitty hand

Kept waving after me

Who’s gonna be your man?

Who’s gonna be your man?

Who’s gonna kiss your pretty red lips, darling?

Who’s gonna be your man?

I’ve been counting every tree

Count every railroad tie

I’ve been counting on you, my pretty baby

To love me till I die

'Cause I want to be your man

I want to be your man

I want to kiss your pretty red lips, baby

Won’t you let me be your man?

Don’t you weep, my own true love

Don’t you weep or cry

Each click of the track tells me

I’ll be back in the very near by and by

'Cause I’m gonna be your man

I’m gonna be your man

I’m gonna kiss your pretty red lips, darling

I’m gonna be your man