From the recording Searching For Answers
A warning to anyone in the record industry who thinks they can convince me to follow their path to success, as well as any woman who doesn't anything more than a one-time hook-up.
Hey there darling – welcome to the show
Singing a song like no one else you know
Watch these fingers as they walk up and down
Words about women, wine, and foolin’ around
I may be something special,
but don’t get in over your head
I’m not your kind of man;
ain’t here to butter up your bread
Tell me stories of fortune and fame
Time and a place where everybody knows my name
I’ll I’ve got to do is play by your rules
Soul for a diamond and a bag full of tools
Well don’t you give me no papers, I’ll throw them right over your head
I’m not your kind of man; ain’t here to butter up your bread
Tell me darling – what do you need?
Did you just come tonight to beg and plead?
All you ever want is to kiss and tell
Leave me heavy hearted and staring at hell
Well I’m sorry miss daisy; get those dreams out of your head
I’m not your kind of man…