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