Whenever you find a man That loves every woman he sees There's always some kind of a woman A-puttin' him up a tree Oh, that kind of man, he ain't got As much sense as a mule You know every woman don't love you They just a-playin' you for a fool Well, if you marry the wrong kind of woman And get where you can't agree You just as well to get your hat And let that woman be Oh, men ought to make good husbands And quit tryin' to live a fast life Goin' about, dressin' up other women And won't put clothes on his own wife When people, man or either a woman Won't attend their conference in church You's just as well to turn 'em out Their religion don't amount to much Whenever you get after them about coming to church They, all the rest that wants to live wrong Then they will begin telling you That we can serve our God at home