My Man - Sung by Fanny Brice in Ziegfeld Follies of 1921

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 20 Oct 2004

It's cost me a lot,
but there's one thing that I've got
it's my man.
Cold and wet, tired you bet;
but all that I soon forget
with my man.
He's not much for looks,
and no hero out of books
is my man.
Two or three girls has he
that he likes as well as me.
But I love him!
I don't know why I should,
he isn't good, he isn't true,
he beats me too, what can I do?

Oh. my God I love him so,
he'll never know,
all my life is just despair,
but I don't care.
When he takes me in his arms
the world is bright, all right;
What's the diff'rence if I say
I'll go away
when I know I'll come back
on my knees some day?
For whatever my man is
I am his for ever more!

Oh. my God I love him so,
he'll never know,
all my life is just despair,
but I don't care.
When he takes me in his arms
the world is bright, all right;
What's the diff'rence if I say
I'll go away
when I know I'll come back
on my knees some day?
For whatever my man is
I am his for ever more!

Sometimes I say if I just could get away
with my man.
He'd go straight sure as fate,
for it never is too late
for my man.
I just like to dream
of a cottage by a strea
with my man.
Where a few flowers grew
and perhaps a kid or two,
like my man
and then my eyes get wet,
I most forget, 'til he gets hot,
and tells me not to talk such rot.

Oh. my God I love him so,
he'll never know,
all my life is just despair,
but I don't care.
When he takes me in his arms
the world is bright, all right;
What's the diff'rence if I say
I'll go away
when I know I'll come back
on my knees some day?
For whatever my man is
I am his for ever more!

Oh. my God I love him so,
he'll never know,
all my life is just despair,
but I don't care.
When he takes me in his arms
the world is bright, all right;
What's the diff'rence if I say
I'll go away
when I know I'll come back
on my knees some day?
For whatever my man is
I am his for ever more!

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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My Man 1920
Music by Maurice Yvain
Lyrics by Channing Pollock
Sung by Fanny Brice in Ziegfeld Follies of 1921
© 1920 by Leo Feist Inc.  New York
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 20 October 2004 at 11.33
in association with Doug Grierson
*
This bears little resemblance to the Steisand phrasing although
the song is evident. Full verses are also present.
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