Tattler

Whenever you find a man

Who loves every woman he sees

There's always some kind of woman

That's putting him up a tree

And 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 fool

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

If 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 be

And 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 wife

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

Now 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 alone

And 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