| It’s cost me a lot |
| But there’s one thing that I’ve got |
| It’s my man |
| Cold and wet, tired you bet |
| But all that I soon forget |
| With my man |
| He’s not much for looks |
| And no hero out of books |
| Is my man |
| Two or three girls has he |
| That he likes as well as me |
| But I love him! |
| I don’t know why I should |
| He isn’t good, he isn’t true |
| He beats me too |
| What can I do? |
| Oh, my man I love him so |
| He’ll never know |
| All my life is just despair |
| But I don’t care |
| When he takes me in his arms |
| The world is bright, all right |
| What’s the difference if I say |
| I’ll go away, When I know |
| I’ll come back on my knees some day? |
| For whatever my man is |
| I am his forever more |
| Oh, my man I love him |
| Sometimes I say |
| If I could just get away |
| With my man |
| He’d go straight sure as fate |
| For it never is too late |
| For a man |
| I just like to dream |
| Of a cottage by a stream |
| With my man |
| Where a few flowers grew |
| And perhaps a kid or two |
| Like my man |
| And then my eyes get wet |
| I most forget till he gets hot |
| And tells me not to talk such rot |
| Oh, my man I love him so |
| He’ll never know |
| All my life is just despair |
| But I don’t care |
| When he takes me in his arms |
| The world is bright, all right |
| What’s the difference if I say |
| I’ll go away, When I know |
| I’ll come back on my knees some day? |
| For what ever my man is |
| I am his forever more |