Whenever you find a mannWho loves every woman he seesnThere's always some kind of womannThat's putting him up a treennAnd that kind of man he ain't gotnAs much sense as a mulen'Cause you know all those women, they don't love him,nThey're playin' him for a foolnnAh ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understandnTrue love can be such sweet harmonynIf you do the best that you cannnIf you marry the wrong kind of womannAnd get to where you cannot breath,nYou just as well go get your hatnAnd let that woman bennAnd men ought'a make good husbandsnAnd quite trying to lead the fast lifenGoin' out, dressin' up, every other womannWon't put clothes on his own wifennAh ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understandnTrue love can be such sweet harmonynIf you do the best that you cannnNow there're lots of good women who want to marrynAnd live a good life at homenBut they're afraid they'll get hold of a rowdy mannWon't leave other women alonennAnd there're lots of good men who want to marrynAnd live a good life at homenBut everytime they turn their backnThere's a man sayin; Honey, has he gone?nnAh ah ah, oh no, it's not hard for you to understandnTrue love can be such sweet harmonynIf you do the best that you can