The Tattle - Ry Cooder

Whenever you find a man

That loves every woman he sees

There’s always some kind of woman

That’s a-puttin' him up a tree

Now that kind of man

He ain’t got as much sense as a mule

You know, everyone don’t love you

They’re just a-playin' you for a fool

Mmmm, oh, no

It’s not hard for you to understand

True love can be such a sweet harmony

If you do the best that you can

If you marry the wrong kind of woman

And you get where you can’t agree

Well, you just as well could get your hat

And let that woman be

But a man oughta make a good husband

And quit tryin' to lead a fast life

Goin' about dressin' up other women

Won’t put clothes on his own wife

Mmmm, oh, no

It’s not hard for you to understand

True love can be such a sweet harmony

If you do the best that you can

Well, there’s lots of good women who wants to marry

And they wants to live well at home

But they’re 'fraid they’ll might get hold of a rowdy man

That can’t let other women alone

And there’s lots of good men now wants to marry

And they wants to live well at home

But every time they turn their back

There’s a man there askin', «Darlin', is he gone?»

Mmmm, oh, no

It’s not hard for you to understand

True love can be such a sweet harmony

If you do the best that you can

True love can be such a sweet harmony

If you do the best that you can