Lotta Man (In That Little Boy)

His life is that blue bike

Ball glove and fishing pole

Tree house, BB Gun and Band-Aid covered knees

He does good delivering papers

And cuttin' grass for the neighbors

Except for Widow Wilson, he cuts hers for free

His little hands do a lot for a kid his age

He puts one tenth of his hard earned money

In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice

There's a lot of man in that little boy

Weekdays he tries to sleep late

Weekends he's up at day break

Him and Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek

That dog was like his brother

You'd seen one, you'd see the other

Cut one and both of them would bleed

Tires screamed but that old truck couldn't stop

There's the tree that he buried him under

He made a cross from scraps of lumber

And on it carved, "God Bless Old Roy"

There's a lot of man in that little boy

There's a house down where he goes fishing

He told his mom, "Those kids got nothin'

And I don't need all these toys"

There's a lot of man (there's a lot of man, there's a lot of man)

In that little boy