Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) lyrics

Song information

Artist: Craig Morgan
Album: My Kind Of Livin'

Lyrics

His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole
Tree-house, bb gun and band aid covered knees
He does good deliverin' papers
An' cuttin' grass for the neighbours
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 lotta man in that little boy

Weekdays, he tries to sleep late:
Weekends, he's up at daybreak
Him an' roy wadin' in cotton creek
That dog was like his brother:
You'd seen one, you'd see the other
Cut one an' both of them would bleed
Tires screamed, but that ol' truck couldn't stop
There's the tree that he buried him under;
He made a cross from scraps of lumber
An' on it carved: "god bless ol' roy."
There's a lotta man in that little boy

There's a house, down where he goes fishin':
He told his mom: "those kids got nothin'
"And I don't need all these toys."
There's a lotta man
(There's a lotta man. there's a lotta man.)
In that little boy

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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