Likes of Me

She's cold to the heart and a man's high praise

Bound to shoot you down in the end

Can't hold her or her restless heart

Much less her ringless hand

And with the lightning striking up above and the rain falling in my hair

I've seen her footsteps walk right over the falling of a million tears

Now I'm hollering out the gospel

Between the ringing of the bronze

Hoping I can move a mountain

With the warble of my songs

But there's one thing you and I know best