Written by: Terry Reid 1968

From: The Best That I Could Do



Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm?

Or a lion through a busy street bazarre?

There are many things I'd love to turn you on to

But somehow I feel they're safer where they are



Yes, there's a man I know

With no expression

He's got none at all

Yes, there's a man that I know

With no expression, darling

He's got none at all



Well, some people are inbound with infatuation

And some others spill depression as the law

From one's mother getting at no imagination

So beware then, maybe sin is at your door



Yes, there's a man that I know

With no expression

He's got none at all

Yes, there's a man I know

With no expression

He's got none at all



But you may never, never

See this man laughing

Come to think of it,

I've never seen him cry

But he might be sitting

And you hear him singing

And by and by he'll stop and sigh

Before his voice would even begin to speak

And he'd just cry



Yes, There's a man I know

With no expression, darling

He's got none at all

Yes, There's a man that I know

With no expression

He's got none at all



Have you ever, ever ridden horses through a rainstorm?

Or a lion through a busy street bazarre?

There are many things I'd love to turn you on to

But somehow I feel they're safer where they are



Yes, There's a man that I know

With no expression

He's got none at all

There's a man that I know

With no expression

He's got none at all