Honey Man 1911

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 04 Sep 2006
2006

I've got the finest man
I got the grandest man
what's in the land.
Oh, there is something 'bout him,
only love can make me understand,
when he calls me cutey, sweetie,
oh, you kid,
I feel my senses leaving
and the lord forbid,
'cause when I hear him call,
I'm gone, that's all,
yes, gone,
I'm singing to him all the while.

My little lovin' Honeyman
he sure has won my heart and hand,
I'm only waiting now for him to name the day
and when he says to me come one what will I say?
I'll say, come round here,
hold me tight,
I wouldn't let him leave my sight,
and if I thought he'd go.
If I only thought he'd try to go
then I would sigh. No!
I'd cry. Yes!
I'd lay me down and die.
Yes! Die, if I should lose my Honeyman.

My little lovin' Honeyman
he sure has won my heart and hand,
I'm only waiting now for him to name the day
and when he says to me come one what will I say?
I'll say, come round here,
hold me tight,
I wouldn't let him leave my sight,
and if I thought he'd go.
If I only thought he'd try to go
then I would sigh. No!
I'd cry. Yes!
I'd lay me down and die.
Yes! Die, if I should lose my Honeyman.

He's got the grandest heart,
he's got the biggest heart
I ever knew before,
He's more than twice as nice
as any other man
and then some more
When he gets along beside me,
oh, that man,
He springs little tricks of love,
like no one can,
and when that man does kiss,
I shake with bliss,
I hear myself a singing all the while.

My little lovin' Honeyman
he sure has won my heart and hand,
I'm only waiting now for him to name the day
and when he says to me come one what will I say?
I'll say, come round here,
hold me tight,
I wouldn't let him leave my sight,
and if I thought he'd go.
If I only thought he'd try to go
then I would sigh. No!
I'd cry. Yes!
I'd lay me down and die.
Yes! Die, if I should lose my Honeyman.

My little lovin' Honeyman
he sure has won my heart and hand,
I'm only waiting now for him to name the day
and when he says to me come one what will I say?
I'll say, come round here,
hold me tight,
I wouldn't let him leave my sight,
and if I thought he'd go.
If I only thought he'd try to go
then I would sigh. No!
I'd cry. Yes!
I'd lay me down and die.
Yes! Die, if I should lose my Honeyman.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Honey Man 1911
Ragtime Song
Music by Al Piantadosi
Lyrics by Joe McCarthy
© MCMXI by Leo Feist  New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 04 September 2006 at 12.03am
in association with Doug Grierson
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