Walk out of an alley with a bloody dollar bill
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Holdin your lunch money that no bully's gonna steal
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Put that dime left over with the others in a box
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To buy your grandpa a new Buck knife to replace the one you lost
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Steal your daddy's Pontiac and plant it in a ditch
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Watch him walk to work all week till he could get it fixed
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Work it off on the weekends sweatin in a mill
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Go there with a debt to pay and leave there with a skill
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(chorus)
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That's how you make a boy become, more than just his father's son
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Fight and crawl, climb and fall, stand tall on your knees
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That's how you make a man like me
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Pick up that telephone you wish you never heard
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Take the longest two mile drive you ever took to her
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Wait as she takes that test cause you just couldn't wait
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And taste bittersweet victory when she says 'we're ok'
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Let your buddytleavfe a party, and don't ask him for his keys
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Rest that casket on the shoulder where your best friend used to lean
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See that baby boy's whole life flash right before his mama's eyes
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Live with knowin you could've saved his life
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(bridge)
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Kick your self for stumblin, but never leave your feet
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Lie awake with your mistakes and find peace piece by piece
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Pray that you wake up as who you want to be
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That's how you make a man like me.
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Man Like Me
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| Bobby Pinson |
