Whenever you find a man
Who loves every woman he sees
There's always some kind of woman
That's putting him up a treeAnd that kind of man he ain't got
As much sense as a mule
'Cause you know all those women, they don't love him,
They're playin' him for a foolAh ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such sweet harmony
If you do the best that you canIf you marry the wrong kind of woman
And get to where you cannot breath,
You just as well go get your hat
And let that woman beAnd men ought'a make good husbands
And quite trying to lead the fast life
Goin' out, dressin' up, every other woman
Won't put clothes on his own wifeAh ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such sweet harmony
If you do the best that you canNow there're lots of good women who want to marry
And live a good life at home
But they're afraid they'll get hold of a rowdy man
Won't leave other women aloneAnd there're lots of good men who want to marry
And live a good life at home
But everytime they turn their back
There's a man sayin; "Honey, has he gone?"Ah ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understand
True love can be such sweet harmony
If you do the best that you can