Classic Poem

There ain't but three men
who really can spend my dough
There ain't but three men
who really can spend my dough
There's the rent man, the grocery man
and the man that owns the clothing store

There's only three men
that can flag this train of mine
There's only three men
that can flag this train of mine
There's the working man and the gambler
and the one that loves me all the time

There ain't but three men
that I really won't treat wrong
There ain't but three men
that I really won't treat wrong
That's my father and my brother
and the one that lays on my arm

There ain't but three men
who can make a clown out of me
There ain't but three men
who can make a clown out of me
That's my husband and my sweetheart
and my old-time used-to-be

There ain't but three men
who really can make me fall
There ain't but three men
who really can make me fall
That's my best friend, my kid man,
the one that's kicking in my stall