Igår när vi lyssnade på Sture Linnérs Sommarprogram spelade han bl.a. My man sjungen av Billie Holiday till Teddy Wilsons orkester.

När jag var tonåring var jazzen ”innemusiken”. Jag försökte verkligen förstå mig på den – det var först när jag hörde Billie Holiday – som jag fick ”jungfrusilen”.

It cost me a lot
But theres one thing that Ive got
Its my man
Its my man

Cold or wet
Tired, you bet
All of this Ill soon forget
With my man

Hes not much on looks
Hes no hero out of books
But I love him
Yes, I love him

Two or three girls
Has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him

I dont know why I should
He isnt true
He beats me, too
What can I do?

Oh, my man, I love him so
Hell never know
All my life is just a spare
But I dont care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
All right

Whats the difference if I say
Ill go away
When I know Ill come back
On my knees someday

For whatever my man is
Im his forevermore