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Maria Muldaur - Handy Man lyrics
Whoever said a good man's hard to find positively absolutely sure was blind I found the best that ever was Here's some other things he does He shakes my ashes, greases my griddle Churns my butter, strokes my fiddle My man is such a handy man, yeah He threads my needle, creams my wheat He heats my heater, chops my meat My man is such a handy man Don't care if you believe or not He's good to have around When my furnace gets too hot He turns my damper down! For everything he's got a scheme I love the way he whips my cream My man is such a handy man, oh yeah He flaps my flapjacks, cleans off my table Feeds the horses in my stable My man is such a handy man Oh yeah He never has a thing to say when he's looking hard Oh I wish you could see the way he handles my front yard, sometimes he's up before the dawn busy workin' on my lawn My man is such a handy man, yeah yeah My ice just seems to melt away I get a fresh piece every day My man is such a handy man Oh yeah |
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