(Smith)

Well I Ain't no Man, no I Ain't no Man
I Can Run and I Can Hide, Fool the Best of Them
I Can Tell You a Story, You'd Believe Again
But You'd See Right Through Me, Cause I Ain't no Man

I Left You Home On a Sunday Carrying My Pride
But the Lord He Only Knows When a Man Must Die
Don't You Tire of My Holding Onto You My Friend
I'm Only Holding On to Something 'cause I Ain't no Man

And I Have Tired of My Youth, and I Am Tired of My Mind
I Have Tried to Think It Through, Tried a Million Times
Your Generosity Has Shown Me That My Only Plan
A Setting Sun Without a Morning, 'cause I Ain't no Man

Well I Ain't no Man, no I Ain't no Man
Well, I Can Run and I Can Hide, Fool the Best of Them
And I Can Tell You a Story, You'd Believe Again
How Many Times Do You Have to Show Me
That I Ain't no Man
How Many Times Do You Have to Show Me
That I Ain't no Man
How Many Times Do You Have to Show Me
That I Ain't no Man