Oh listen, sister,
I love my mister man,
And I can't tell yo' why,
Dere ain't no reason
Why I should love dat man.
It must be sumpin' dat de angels done plan.
Refrain:
Fish got to swim, birds got to fly,
I got to love one man till I die.
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.
Tell me he's lazy, tell me he's slow,
Tell me I'm crazy (maybe I know).
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.
When he goes away
Dat's a rainy day,
But when he comes back dat day is fine,
De sun will shine!
He kin come home as late as kin be,
Home widout him ain't no home to me.
Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.
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My man is shif'less
An' good for nuthin' too
(He's mah man jes' de same)
He's never round here
When dere is work to do.
He's never round here when dere's workin' to do.
De chimbley's smokin',
De roof is leakin' in,
But he don't seem to care.
He kin be happy
Wid jes' a sip of gin.
Ah even love him when his kisses got gin!
Repeat Refrain
*Note: The source for these exact lyrics come directly from my "Lyrics By Oscar Hammerstein II" book.
