| Lyrics: | Written by: Terry Reid 1968
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 |
