Well I never once, backed down from a punch.
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Well I'd take it square on the chin.
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but I found out fast that bully¡¯s just laugh,
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When you've got to stand up to them.
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So I didn't cry when I got a black eye,
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As bad as it hurt I just grinned.
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But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
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They turn into be babies again.
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Scared me to death, when you took your first steps,
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Well I'd fall every time you fell down.
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Your first day of school, I cried like a fool, and
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I followed your school bus to town.
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Well I didn't cry when Old Yeller died,
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At least not in front of my friends.
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But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
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They turn into be babies again.
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Well I'm a grown man but as strong as I am,
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sometimes its hard to believe,
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How one little girl with little blonde curls,
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Can totally terrify me.
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If you were to ask my wife would just laugh,
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She'd say, "I know all about men,
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And how tough little boys grow up to be Dads
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They turn into be babies again."
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Well I know one day I'll give you away,
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And I'm gonna stand there and smile.
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But when I get home and I'm all alone,
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Well I'll sit in your room for a while.
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Well I didn't cry when Old Yeller died,
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At least not in front of my friends.
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But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
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They turn into be babies again.
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When tough little boys grow up to be dads
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They turn into be babies again.
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Tough Little Boys
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| Gary Allan |
