Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) Lyrics

His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole Tree-house, baby gun and band aid covered knees He does good deliverin' papers an' cuttin' grass for the neighbors 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 orphan 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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/lotta-man-in-that-little-boy-lyrics-craig-morgan.html ] 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 a card, "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 in that little boy