Can’t Help Lovin’ Dat Man - Helen Morgan

Let me lay on my back

In a forty-dollar hack

No more gin, no more rum

For the misery’s done come

Fish gotta swim

Birds gotta fly

I gotta love

One man till I die

Can’t help lovin' dat man of mine

Tell me he’s lazy

Tell me he’s slow

Tell me I’m crazy

Maybe I know

Can’t help lovin' dat man of mine

Oh listen, sisters

I love that mister

Man, and I can’t tell you why

There ain’t no reason

Why I should love that man

It must be something that the angels done planned

Fish gotta swim

Birds gotta fly

I gotta love

One man till I die

Can’t help lovin' dat man of mine

Tell me he’s lazy

Tell me he’s slow

Tell me I’m crazy

Maybe I know

Can’t help lovin' dat man of mine

When he goes away

That’s a rainy day

But when he comes back

The day is

He can come home

As late as can be

Home without him

Ain’t no home to me

Can’t help lovin' dat man of mine