Every Man To His Own Possession Songtext
von Louis Jordan

When a farmer′s farmin' let him raise his crop
When a woodsman′s choppin' let him have his chop
When a porter's scrubbin′ let him have his mop
Every man to his own profession

Let a doctor tend to ease and achin′ back (Ooooh aye)
Let a railroad watchman switch his railroad track
Let the laundry helper fill his laundry sack
Every man to his own profession

When a carpenter is sawin' on a piece of wood
Don′t you be braggin' that you also could
He might hand you a saw and give a wise old call
You might start sawin′ and saw your fingers off


When a schoolmarm's teachin′ let her teach her school
When it comes to women, don't you be no fool
When it's life in general, here′s a golden rule
Every man to his own profession

When a carpenter is sawin′ on a piece of wood
Don't you be braggin′ that you also could
He might hand you a saw and give a wise old call
You might start sawin' and saw your fingers off

When a schoolmarm′s teachin' let her teach her school
When it comes to women, don′t you be no fool
When it's life in general, here's a golden rule
Everyman to his own profession

So, consult the next Burt if you don′t wanna be hurt
Every man to his own profession