(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