Lyrics Can’t Help Lovin’ Dat Man - Helen Morgan

Can’t Help Lovin’ Dat Man

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