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I came home from college to see my old man |
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He was sittin' on the porch swing, with a book in his hand |
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He stared at my earring, and at my tattoo |
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He smiled and shook his head and said |
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It's good to see you |
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He chose his words carefully cause it was hard for me to come |
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And he knew I had ta temper and where I got it from |
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I waited for the sermon, the one I knew so well |
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But this time he wasn't preachin' |
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About heaven or hell |
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He said a real man knows the value of a woman |
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A real man has got nothin to prove |
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He's strenthened by love |
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And the Lord up above |
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So do the best that you can |
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To be a real man |
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Could it be that I saw just a glimpse of his soul |
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Or maybe losin' Mama had just taken it's toll |
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He gave me his Bible, stained with tears he had cried |
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And I opened up the cover |
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Where he wrote inside |
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And it said |
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A real man has got nothin to prove |
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He's strenthened by love |
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And the Lord up above |
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So do the best that you can |
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To be a real man |
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Do the best that you can |
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To be a real man |