(Billy Dean)
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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
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Real Man
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Billy Dean |