Every Man To His Own - Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five

When a farmer’s farmin', let him raise his crop

When a woodsman’s choppin', let him have his chop

When a porter’s scrubbin', let him have his mop

Every man to his own profession

Let a doctor tend to ease an achin' back

Woo yeah

Let a railroad watchman switch his railroad track

Let the laundry helper fill his laundry sack

Every man to his own profession

When a carpenter’s sawin' on a piece of wood

Don’t you be braggin' that you also could

He might hand you a saw and give a wise old call

You might start sawin' and saw your fingers off

When a schoolmarm’s teachin', let her teach her school

When it comes to women, don’t you be no fool

When it’s life in general, here’s a golden rule

Every man to his own profession

When a carpenter’s sawin' on a piece of wood

Don’t you be braggin' that you also could

He might hand you his saw and give a wise old call *ahem*

You might start sawin' and saw your fingers off

When a schoolmarm’s teachin', let her teach her school

When it comes to women, don’t you be no fool

When it’s life in general, here’s a golden rule

Every man to his own profession

So, consult the next Burt

If you don’t wanna be hurt

Every man to his own profession