What's A Man To Do - Emitt Rhodes

Long I’ve anguished and set aside

What little’s left of my foolish pride

I’m feeling empty, hollow inside

Just so numb, can’t even cry

I hear the whispers, I hear the talk

I count the minutes, I watch the clock

I fear she’s leaving, won’t change her mind

The door is closing, I’m out of time

Oh Lord, what’s a man to do

When he’s played the fool?

When he’s played the fool

Oh Lord, when he’s treated cruel

What’s a man to do?

What’s a man to do?

Time after time, I’ve listened to her lie

Time after time after time after time

No easy answer, of this, I’m sure

My life will change, now I’m losing her

And though I’m scared, I’ll catch my breath

There’ll be no tears, I have none left

Oh Lord, what’s a man to do

When he’s played the fool?

When he’s played the fool

Oh Lord, when he’s treated cruel

What’s a man to do?

What’s a man to do?