handy man lyrics – maria muldaur

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 b*tter, 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

/ maria muldaur lyrics