Only One Like Me
C.J. Norwood, John Benson Brooks
You better listen, you better listen
You better listen, you better listen
As I was walking thru the woods one day
I saw a strange man walking on his way
I stopped him to talk awhile and hear his story told
And as he talked this story did he unfold
My daddy was an oak tree, my mama was a deer
I was born one morning in the Spring of the year
I cut me out a heart from yellow daffodil
My feet are made of dust from the road o’er the hill
When I weep my tears are deep
Deep enough to fill the sea
I’m a lonesome man ‘cause thеre’s only one like mе
Yes there’s only one like me
What an awful, awful fate to be one of a kind
No matter where you roam
You may never ever find all your natural peace of mind
And never find a home
