Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man - Oscar Peterson

Oh listen, sister,

I love my mister man,

And I can’t tell yo' why,

There ain’t no reason

Why I should love that man.

It must be something that the angels done plan.

Fish got to swim, birds got to fly,

I got to love one man till I die.

Can’t help loving that man of mine.

Tell me he’s lazy, tell me he’s slow,

Tell me I’m crazy (maybe I know).

Can’t help loving that man of mine.

When he goes away

That’s a rainy day,

But when he comes back that day is fine,

The sun will shine!

He kin come home as late as kin be,

Home without him ain’t no home to me.

Can’t help loving that man of mine.

My man is shiftless

An' good for nothing too

(He's my man just the same)

He’s never round here

When there is work to do.

He’s never round here when there’s working to do.

The chimbley’s smoking,

The roof is leaking in,

But he don’t seem to care.

He kin be happy

With just a sip of gin.

Ah even love him when his kisses got gin!