Folks don't ever figure me
as the loving sort
Maybe because my mouth is thin
and my temper's sometimes
short with an employee
Ha ha!
But that's the way I mean to be
Fair and square and tough
Show me a man of quality
Who's up to snuff,
who's worthy of his hire
I'll be his friend soon enough
I don't mean some bop -talking
stingy brim buckle -shoed flop
who counts on starting at the top
who's looking for a bonus
and all the fringe benefits he can ac cumulate
I hate that old modern style
Oh, it's so common.
I love that man who can sing.
Oh, when I cry out, give me a happy song.
I love the man who really tries
to get along with me,
who's not too proud
to take my charity
and who recalls each
kindness I have done,
ha ha, when I see that kind of man,
I feel I'd like a by me one.
Oh, the love of man and master
is a love that's unsurpassed
just as long as the man remembers.
I come first and he comes last
I love a man who tips his hat
And steps aside when I pass him in the hall
Ha! Ha!
I love a man who isn't uppity at all
Oh, is he?
Ha! Ha! Ha!
A loyal man who's not afeard to joke
Knowing where I draw the line
It's the simple gospel truth
I love that man when I know he's mine
Mine, mine
Love that man when I know
he's mine