| Song | Self Made Man |
| Artist | Howlin' Rain |
| Album | Live Rain |
| You’re a hungry man | |
| Like the pacing curs down on the street | |
| It’s more than you can stand | |
| Every small defeat | |
| When you earn a silver dime | |
| They’ll call you a lucky man | |
| But you made every kill | |
| With your two bloody hands | |
| Don’t look back now | |
| You’re nearly home | |
| A self-made man | |
| Of blood and bone | |
| You’re a haunted man | |
| Like the swaying gallows blown in the breeze | |
| The things your heart demands | |
| You will never please | |
| When you break a couple of bones | |
| They call you a ruthless man | |
| But you dug the holes alone | |
| With two bloody hands | |
| Don’t look back now | |
| You’re nearly home | |
| A self-made man | |
| Of blood and bone… | |
| Don’t look back now | |
| You’re nearly gone | |
| Out in the black | |
| You’re on your own… | |
| Who will love your self-made man? | |
| Who could love yourself? | |
| You’re a violent dog | |
| Like the death squad boys down in Brazil | |
| A hard-boiled blackened heart | |
| Got to have it’s thrill | |
| The trust of your fellow man | |
| Is an easy thing to steal | |
| When you force them to play their hand | |
| By their own free will | |
| Don’t look back now | |
| You’re nearly home | |
| A self-made man | |
| Of blood and bone… | |
| Don’t look back now | |
| You’re nearly gone | |
| Out in the black | |
| You’re on your own… | |
| Who will love your self-made man? | |
| Who could love yourself? |
| You' re a hungry man | |
| Like the pacing curs down on the street | |
| It' s more than you can stand | |
| Every small defeat | |
| When you earn a silver dime | |
| They' ll call you a lucky man | |
| But you made every kill | |
| With your two bloody hands | |
| Don' t look back now | |
| You' re nearly home | |
| A selfmade man | |
| Of blood and bone | |
| You' re a haunted man | |
| Like the swaying gallows blown in the breeze | |
| The things your heart demands | |
| You will never please | |
| When you break a couple of bones | |
| They call you a ruthless man | |
| But you dug the holes alone | |
| With two bloody hands | |
| Don' t look back now | |
| You' re nearly home | |
| A selfmade man | |
| Of blood and bone | |
| Don' t look back now | |
| You' re nearly gone | |
| Out in the black | |
| You' re on your own | |
| Who will love your selfmade man? | |
| Who could love yourself? | |
| You' re a violent dog | |
| Like the death squad boys down in Brazil | |
| A hardboiled blackened heart | |
| Got to have it' s thrill | |
| The trust of your fellow man | |
| Is an easy thing to steal | |
| When you force them to play their hand | |
| By their own free will | |
| Don' t look back now | |
| You' re nearly home | |
| A selfmade man | |
| Of blood and bone | |
| Don' t look back now | |
| You' re nearly gone | |
| Out in the black | |
| You' re on your own | |
| Who will love your selfmade man? | |
| Who could love yourself? |