Cm  G  Cm  G  Cm G Cm

(spoken)
Cm
Well excuse me mam’ I wants ta put in my unemployment form please
G                                  Cm
Now hold on a minute mister, now it says here that you ain’t been working for 3 years
Cm
That’s right
G                                                        Cm
Hey, wanna tell ya, ain’t it bout time you got yourself a job?
Cm
I’m looking for a job right now
Cm                                     G
Looking for a job and praying you ain’t gonna find one
G
You tell me what the last thing you done now
G
The last one?


[Verse 1]
Cm
I used to get up in the morning
G                             Cm  G
Go to work with rain comin’ down
Cm
And when I was a handyman
G                       Cm
Working in a country town
Fm
When I was a handyman
Cm
I cut down every tree in the yard
G
And the reason being
G                 Cm G Cm G
I swang my axe so hard


[Verse 2]
Cm
Handyman
G                    Cm G
Is a good thing to be
Cm
You’re working hours
G                   Cm
Is from eight till three
Fm
When I was a handyman
Cm
I’d trim the rough edges of your lawn
G
I’d trimmed it so close
G                              Cm  G   Cm G
A cold chill run through your bones


[Verse 3]
Cm
Handyman
G                        Cm
Can fix your squeaking floors
Cm
Handyman
G                                 Cm
Can shine the bit of your front door
Fm
When I was a handyman
Cm
A women had me diggin in the mud
G
When my spade hit bedrock
G                    Cm G Cm G
She hollered ‘Oh my lord’ Oh my lord