(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