(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